Page 35 of Romancing Rayne

“Please find Ghost and tell him I’m sorry.”

* * *

Harry

Bloody hell.

Ghost wasn’t answering his phone.

I hated to bother Oliver on his day off, but no one was better at tracking than him. Just like me, he would do anything for the man who’d not only saved our lives but kept our secrets. Yes, Oliver would want to help.

When he didn’t answer as well, I left him an urgent message to ring me back.

The only thing I could do for my friend was keep his wife protected until he could come fetch her. That meant medical care as well. After making arrangements for my personal physician to come to the palace, all that was left to do was wait.

* * *

Rayne

“She’ll be fine. Dehydration and exhaustion. Nothing a little rest won’t fix.”

“Are you sure? One hundred percent? Does she need the hospital? She’s with child.”

I could hear voices around me, but my eyelids were too heavy to open.

“Your Royal Highness, she’s being properly cared for here.”

Royal Highness? That woke me up in a hurry. My eyes flew open, and I tried to sit up.

“Whoa, Rayne. You’re okay. Lie still.” A deep voice tried to reassure me.

“What?”

“Thank God, you’re awake,” a female voice said from beside me.

“Meghan?”

“Yes, Rayne, it’s me.”

“What happened? Where am I?”

“I’m afraid I scared you half to death, and you passed out. I’m so sorry.”

“Passed out?” I tried to think about the last thing I remembered. The black car, running, trying to catch my breath.

“That was you? In the town car?”

“Yes. I’m sorry.”

“Thank God.” I relaxed, then I remembered why I was in the industrial park in the first place. “Ghost!” I sat up, not caring the prince had asked me not to move. He could’ve been the King of . . . well, England, and I wouldn’t have cared. “I need to find Ghost. Now. Right now.”

“Slow down,” Harry soothed. “I’ve placed a call to him. Tell us what happened.”

After explaining everything from the beginning, not leaving anything out, Harry cursed, and whether it was from relief at being safe or shock such a sophisticated man could utter such profanity, I fell back on the bed and laughed.

“Are you sure she’s okay? I think she’s gone mad. Why is she laughing?” Harry asked.

His concern made me laugh harder until Meghan joined in the hilarity.