Page 27 of Obsession

“Okay, good.”

“But… well, that’s not a lot. Is she sort of a loner?”

“Yeah, you could say that.”

Bingo.I read a text on her screen that pings my attention.

“She has a text from a guy she’s named ‘Cowboy.’”

“Cowboy.” He frowns. “That’s not usually her scene.”

It’s definitely not.

“Yep.”

I flip through the phone. “They met… a week ago… online. He asked her out for drinks and they agreed to go out last night.” I don’t say anything for a minute, because I’m not sure he wants to hear what’s going on in these texts.

“Oh. Oh wow. Then there’s a text here, she says,Don’t call me back. I don’t ever want to hear from you again.”

“I want his address.”

With the tone he uses, he could replace what he said withgive me the coordinates so I can bomb his ass.

“And then it looks like there might’ve been more communication between them, but maybe it was a phone call or several because there are no more texts.”

“And there’s nothing else?”

I sigh. “I don’t see much of anything. She’s got some social media stuff... but even that…. Well, there’s just Wiccan stuff.”

I don’t tell him what. He’s obviously not a fan of her lifestyle, and I don’t know how much is relevant anyway. I scroll through text after text, and it makes me feel shitty. I don’t like invading her privacy like this.

But I share his concern. She’s in danger, and we need to find her. I look for something, anything at all that will clue me in.

On a whim, I pull up a browser and scroll through her history. Now this is starting to feel more invasive. I ignore the growing unease.

My cheeks scald at the first dozen or so searches.

Doggy style

Reverse 69

Best tantric sex moves

Cowboy

“You’re blushing, Miss Price,” he says, as he flicks on the directionals and gets off the highway.

“She, uh… not sure how much you want to know. Let’s just say I think I know why she calls him Cowboy.”

His jaw firms. “Fuck.”

“There are maybe some things you don’t need to know about your sister.”

With a grimace, he shakes his head. “Everything. I need everything.”

“She… had a pretty rich sex life, it seems.”

He looks like he’s just bitten into a lemon. A rotten, mold-covered lemon.

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