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Sweat gathering on my brow, I bang on her hotel door minutes later as my heart begins thrashing wildly in my chest. “Open the fucking door, Natalie!”

My knock goes unanswered as the door adjacent clicks open, and Holly and Damon’s heads pop out, one atop the other. Both their heads slowly turn my way, eyes widening as they take in my state.

“Where is she?” I bark in demand.

Holly speaks up first. “Um, with all due respect, Easton, I’m not telling youshitwith that intent tomurderlookin your eyes.”

“I would never hurt her,” I hear myself say. “And you both fucking know it.”

“But haven’t you?” Holly asks as I fist my hands at my sides before stalking toward them.

Both of them jerk back behind the door, leaving only a fraction open as Damon tosses a progress report from the other side of it. “She’s not in good shape.”

“No shit,” I snap sarcastically, trying to get a handle on my anger. “I just want to talk to her.”

“Is Misty okay?” Holly asks as muffled commotion breaks out behind the door.

“My newest ex?” I belt to them both. “Well, right now, she’s on her way to a different hotel to wipe her memory free of any remnants of me,” I practically shout as Damon’s head reappears. “Probably with someone who looks a lot likeyou.”

Damon winces. “Shit, man, I’m sorry. That’s on me. That tequila tour was my bad.”

“Yeah, well, what didIever do to you?” I ask him.

“Believe it or not, you’re getting me back pretty good right now.” He widens his eyes.

I furrow my brows. “What?”

“Nothing,” he sighs. “Look, man. I’ve never seen her that distraught, and I’ve known her since we were babies.”

Panic threatens, the devastation on her face all I can see. “Just tell me where she is.”

“I really don’t know. When she got out of the SUV, she begged me not to follow. We’ve called her a dozen times, and her phone is going straight to voicemail. She turned off her locator, too.”

“Of course, she did,” I palm my face in frustration.

“I can help you look for her,” he offers.

“I’ll find her,” I inch forward. “Can you at least give me a general direction? This resort is three fucking miles wide.”

“East.” Damon offers in fast response.

“East? You’re joking, right?”

He cocks his head. “Unfortunately . . .no?”

“Just . . .,” I exhale harshly, “. . . if you see her, tell her I’m looking for her, all right?”

“I will.”

I back a step away from the door just as he closes it. Not ten seconds later, Holly calls to my retreating back just after I push the button for the elevator. “Easton Crowne!” She booms with protective authority, forcing me to turn and address her as she secures a bedsheet around her.

Oh. Ohhh.

The last few awkward minutes begin to make sense as Holly reads my state—heartbeat erratic, mind in overdrive, worry overtaking me, anger due to Natalie’s disappearance the front runner. Dressed in an impromptu toga, Holly squares her shoulders before issuing her threat. “Rock star or not, I’ll put my foot up your ass, if you hurt my girl!”

“Tell ’im, baby,” Damon sounds from behind the door.

“I don’t seeyoutelling him,” she fires back to the crack of space.

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