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Just the opposite did.

He pressed harder with his mouth, and she made a sound of pleasure that robbed him of any willpower. Robbed him, too, of the last of his logical thoughts. Nash reacted all right. He reacted by sliding his tongue over her bottom lip. Tasting her. Letting that taste do the job it was obviously intended to do.

Make him forget all possible consequences.

Making him forget how to breathe.

Thankfully though, he didn’t need actual breath to go in for more. He pressed his mouth harder against hers, easing his tongue past her lips for a long, deep, slow kiss that fired through him.

His body seemed to think this was a prelude to sex. And that the sex should happen soon.

Thankfully, he was saved by the bell.

Or rather by his phone ringing.

That snapped back some of his control since it was a reminder that a lot of things were going on right now. Things that didn’t involve kissing Caroline or his dick.

He moved away from her, taking out his phone in the same motion, and Nash frowned when he saw Unknown Caller on the screen. It could be spam.

But it could also be Bodie.

And that’s why he answered it.

“McKenna,” the caller snarled.

Not Bodie, but it was a voice he recognized. Leland Harris.

“Mr. Harris,” Nash greeted. “What do you want?” He didn’t use his polite voice either.

“I want my daughter, that’s what,” Leland was quick to growl out. “Where the hell is Jordana?”

Nash sighed. “I have no idea. The last time I saw her, she was with you. Why would you think I’d know where she is?”

“Because she left. She got in her car and just sped away when the cops were talking to me.”

Hell.

Nash figured he’d be getting a call or text about that soon, and sure enough, a message came in from Ruby to let him know that Jordana was missing. Ruby didn’t think the woman could have gotten far, but the county deputy was issuing an APB for her.

“You think Jordana left to meet Bodie?” Nash came out and asked the man.

“No.” He stopped, cursed. “But I guess that’s her plan in a roundabout way.” Leland spewed out even more profanity. “According to the note she left me, Jordana said she was going after Caroline.”

Chapter Eight

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Caroline stepped from the shower and immediately looked out the window of the guest suite bathroom.

In the past sixteen or so hours since she’d arrived at Nash’s, she’d been doing a lot of checking out the windows. A lot of listening, too, for any sounds of someone breaching Nash’s elaborate security system.

But nothing so far.

It’d been a quiet night after what had been the day from hell. At the moment, it was a quiet morning, too, since there were no signs of Bodie or Jordana. Then again, Nash had assured her that they wouldn’t be able to get close to the house without Oz letting him know.

Since no alarms had gone off during the night, Caroline hoped that meant Nash had gotten some sleep in his room across from hers. If he had, then that made one of them at least who’d managed to sleep. She certainly hadn’t, but again, she hadn’t expected it.

Because that long day from hell had stayed with her.

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