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Picking up his phone, he stared at it.
Something wasn’t sitting right with him.
Getting to his feet, he made his way through the house. He was going to her apartment.
Minutes later, he was driving along the winding road that led to the highway. He wasn’t much of a praying man, but he sent up a small request, asking for her to be okay.
She was probably already in the bed.
He grinned, imagining crawling in next to her. He’d teach her about returning to town and not calling.
He drove into the underground parking lot and pulled into his spot. Exiting the vehicle, he headed toward the elevator, tossing his keys up in the air and catching them.
The few days away from Alana got him to thinking. He wanted more from what they had. Stopping in front of the elevator, he hit the button.
He never would have thought he’d be thinking of asking a woman to move in with him, but Alana was perfect for him.
She kept him grounded.
When the doors opened to the elevator, he got inside and hit the button for their floor.
He was sure he was grinning like an idiot.
Yeah, he’d ask her to move in with him. As much as she loved the mansion, they could move in there. He’d keep the condo for when Jaxon came to town, and she could sell hers.
It would be perfect.
He arrived at their floor and strolled down the hall toward their apartments. He glanced down at his watch. Yes, she should have been home by now. She hadn’t wanted him to pick her up.
Stopping in front of Alana’s door, he paused, feeling the butterflies fluttering around in his stomach.
He couldn’t remember the last time he was ever this nervous.
He rapped on her door.
The faint sound of her television could be heard coming from inside. A few moments later, the door opened partially.
Alana peered through the opening. She was dressed in shorts, a tank, and had her leopard print bonnet on her head. She stared at him through large black glasses.
“Babe. When were you going to call and tell me you made it back safe?” he asked.
Alarms went off in the back of his head.
One look at her face told him something was wrong.
She didn’t open the door fully, and appeared guarded.
“Khalil agreed to sign on with my agency. Remember?” he said, trying to ignore the voices. He smiled, but she didn’t return it.
“I remember.” Leaning against the doorjamb, she stared at him. “You must have had a wild night celebrating.”
He frowned, running a hand through his hair. “Not really.”
He reached for her hand to pull her to him, but she moved away.
What the hell was wrong?
He racked his brain, trying to think of what he could’ve done.
