Page 73 of Rescued Hearts

Her voice didn’t waver. “Tell me what to do.”

Chapter Seventeen

They were on their way to Willowbrook moments after seeing the video. But it wasn’t fast enough.

Gray pushed the van to the limit. The engine growled like a caged beast, echoing the racket going on inside Honor’s veins.

Honor still stared at her phone, her knuckles white as she gripped the device like it was the only thing keeping her together. Her breaths came in shallow bursts.

As Gray pressed the van past the speed limit, he kept glancing at her. She couldn’t bear to meet his eyes right now, and all she saw out the window was a blur of landscape as they raced home.

Home. A strange word that never had much emotion attached to those four little letters. She had called places home before, but none felt like it until she moved to Willowbrook.

The Malone brothers were already at Felicity’s house and had scoured it for sign of her, even though they all knew she wasn’t there. Sully had her.

Now they were combing through the town’s traffic cams, working every angle to track down her sister.

She stared harder at her screen.

“What are you looking at?” Gray asked.

Honor’s heart felt like a fist clamped around it. “The tracking app.” She lifted her phone to show him the dot pulsing on the screen. The longer she stared at it, the faster it seemed to pulse. But it was all her imagination.

He whipped his head around.

“Is it showing that her phone is inside the house, in the garage or on the street?”

“None of those places.”

“What?”

“I think it’s…with her.” She bit down on her lip. For the past mile since she noticed the blinking dot on the screen, she had been too afraid to mention it for fear it was wishful thinking.

“How can that be? Your ex patted her down before throwing her in his van. I saw it. It’s why I didn’t bring it up. How did he not find her phone?”

“He patted her down, but he didn’t check her boobs.”

He gaped at her.

“That’s where she keeps it.” She issued a hollow laugh. “Sometimes we don’t always carry a purse, or our outfits don’t have pockets. She tucks her phone in her bra.”

A surge of adrenaline blasted through her at what this could mean.

“Smart. Really damn smart.” Admiration warmed his deep voice.

But his praise didn’t change facts.

She swallowed the hard nodule of emotion in her throat. “None of it matters if we can’t reach her in time.”

“Even in a crisis, you figured out a way to turn the tides, sugar.” Gray gripped her knee. “This means he doesn’t have the upper hand—we do.”

She nodded, but her shoulders felt stiff. Her spine locked. Not only was she anxious as hell but tension radiated off Gray in waves, and she picked up on every flicker of his eyelids.

The van surged forward, parting the darkness with its small headlight beams. Every second stretched into an unbearable minute, an eternity wrapped in uncertainty.

She raked shaky fingers through her hair. The intimacy she shared with Gray in the van seemed light-years ago, not mere hours. What had begun as the best day of her life ended as the worst.

She turned her face to the window, her reflection a ghost amid the night.

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