Page 159 of Master of My Heart

“Richard!”

“I didn’t think so, but I had to ask. It wasn’t your style.”

“What happened?”

“Car accident, but Brandon said it was rather suspicious.” Brandon Saey was the Elder of Los Angeles.

“Suspicious how?”

“Well, Brandon was supposed to meet with Lang yesterday evening in Los Angeles, but Lang skidded off a mountain road in Malibu. There was no reason for him to be there. His house is in Beverly Hills.”

“I don’t know what to say.” Chase hated the guy, but didn’t wish him dead.

“How do you think Sabrina will take it?”

Chase sighed. She seemed to think everything was her fault. “I have no idea. I’m supposed to see her this afternoon.”

“Things are going well then?”

Chase’s chest warmed at the memory of spending the past two days with her. “Yeah.”

Richard laughed softly. “I remember those early dating days. Nothing gives you quite the same feeling.”

“It is pretty spectacular.”

“Do you know who Martin picked to replace Lang?”

“Matthew Broadbent.”

“Interesting choice. I liked his movies when I was a teenager.”

Chase smiled. He’d watched a few with his mom. They were cheesy, but fun to watch. “I guess he does a lot of Broadway stuff now. Producing and directing. He jumped at the chance to come here and work with the company.”

“Have you met him?” Richard asked.

“No, not yet. He starts tomorrow. I know Sabrina’s nervous about it. Can’t say I blame her.”

“Agreed. I’ll let you go. Let me know how she takes it.”

“I will.”

Chase hit the phone’s screen and wiped his sweaty body with the towel, contemplating the best way to tell Sabrina. He hoped she wouldn’t take Lang’s death too personally.

He glanced at the time. Eight-thirty. Ethan would be up by now. He tapped Ethan’s contact information and waited for his friend to pick up. He didn’t.

Chase’s heart sped up as he tried again, but there was still no answer. He stared at his phone, anxiously wondering why Ethan wasn’t answering.

Maybe his phone died or something. I’ll call Jayson.

His friend answered on the fourth ring. “Hello?” He sounded out of breath.

Chase was momentarily distracted from his anxiety, wondering what would make Jayson be out of breath so early on a Sunday morning. “What are you doing?”

Jayson didn’t answer right away. He could almost hear the guilt in the silence. Had he slept with Sabrina again? “Nothing.”

Anger boiled up in his chest. “Who are you fucking?”

Silence again. “How did you know?” He could hear the guilt in Jayson’s voice.

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