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What if I went to the police and told them what I suspected? Would they help, or would they laugh at my theory? It wasn’t much to go off, after all, and I still wasn’t a hundred percent sure if I’d seen that guy lurking in the bushes in Turin. There was no evidence, and we all knew how “he said, she said” went.
In the meantime, I had to put some space between me and the guys.
Good old Mylee Lynn. Bringing shit on sunshine everywhere she goes. No wonder I couldn’t keep a foster family for more than a year.
It shouldn’t surprise me that this situation hadn’t worked out, either. But now what? I hadn’t really thought the outcome through, but for now, I had to keep Richard away from the men I loved.
But this wasn’t going to work if I kept going home to them every night. Eventually, Richard would weasel his way into the Gable Place Towers, just like he had everywhere else.
I sat back in my chair, rubbing the bridge of my nose between my thumb and forefinger roughly.
There was that million dollars sitting in the account for me to take anytime. I had sworn I wouldn’t touch it, but the guys had foreseen this. I could take the money and buy another place, away from them where I wouldn’t be a constant shitshow.
There was a little apartment over the bookstore that Lincoln had bought for me.
Tears of frustration welled up in my eyes.
A man had bought me a bookstore. These wealthy men had plucked me out of oblivion and given me a future, and all I had brought them was strife.
They should have known better,I told myself coldly, returning to the computer.They’re supposed to have better sense than that.
CHAPTER27
Paxton
Icut my trip to San Francisco short by two days, Kai’s voicemail bringing me home on a red-eye flight. Lincoln had the private jet in Hong Kong.
“I don’t understand what’s going on, Pax, but she’s gone! She’s moved out!” Kai moaned into my message center.
I called my partner back several times, but every time I tried him, my attempts went right to voicemail.
“Kai, you can’t leave a message like that and then not answer your phone,” I growled, unsure of what to do. It wasn’t like him to leave a dramatic message, but Kai also wasn’t very good at handling conflict.
I tried Lincoln, who answered in Hong Kong, but he had no idea what I was talking about.
“Mylee? Mylee is moving out?” he asked, dumbfounded. “Are you sure that’s what he meant?”
“I can’t think of who else he might be talking about,” I retorted.
“Why? What the hell happened now?” Lincoln demanded.
“I don’t know!” I exploded. “What did that shithead do?”
“I’m sure Kai has nothing to do with this,” Lincoln sighed, and I knew he was right, too. Ever since Italy, Mylee had been pulling back more and more from us, although I had no idea why or what to do about it.
“I’m going home,” I told him flatly. “To see what’s going on.”
Lincoln chuckled lightly.
“Did I say something funny?”
“You called Chicago ‘home.’ I’ve never heard you call anywhere home before. Not even Texas.”
I was glad he wasn’t there to see the heat rise into my face, but he was right—I hadn’t considered anywhere else home before Mylee. Because Mylee was home. Not Chicago.
“I’ll keep you posted,” I grumbled.
“I’m coming, too. I’ll head out tonight, but it’s going to take longer to get there.”
