Page 53 of Psycho

I took a deep breath again and laid my head on her shoulder. “Yeah.”

Was I convinced I was going to speak to him about it? No.

Was I convinced that I was going to get to the bottom of who the hell the blonde bombshell was and why she was so touchy feely. Yes.

“Do you have a computer?” I peeked up at my sister as she raised an eyebrow. “One that isn’t Dane’s?”

“There’s one in my office.” She squinted, “But he programmed it.”

“Damn.” Mumbling, I already knew that the second I tried to do what I needed to on that computer, Dane would be notified.

“But I have the old laptop I used before I moved in here.” She smirked with a mischievous glint in her eye. “I haven’t turned it on in over a year, but I’m sure it will get the job done. Whatever the job is that you’re thinking of doing, that is.”

I grinned back and finally felt like I was in the driver’s seat again for the first time in months. “Perfect.”

Chapter 23 – Maddox

As soon as I opened the front door, I knew she wasn’t home. “Storm!” I barked, flipping on lights as I walked through the living space and down the hall. “Olivia!”

The nursery, the guestroom and the primary bedroom were all dark and empty. My heart raced in my chest as I dialed Chris, the man on guard while I was gone today. Luckily, he answered on the first ring.

“Where is Liv?” I snapped in greeting.

“With her sister.” He replied. “They left this morning.”

“And you didn’t think to tell me?” I roared back, walking back through the apartment on my way to my truck.

“Mack was on duty and reported it to me when I took over a few hours ago. She should have communicated that with you.”

“Got it.” I hung up on him and dialed Liv’s phone in the next breath, but as I shut the door behind me, I heard her ring tone in the other room. “God damnit.”

I dialed Dane’s number next. He had been with me most of the day, but never said anything about Liv and Peyton being together, which meant he didn’t know either.

“Yeah.” He answered.

“Liv there?” I punched the buttons in the elevator, pulling my truck keys out.

“Bingo.” He replied, and I heard Peyton’s melodic laugh in the background like he was walking away.

“She okay?”

“I mean,” He hesitated as I got to my truck, “There are ice cream containers in my trash and they’re watching Hope Floats. What did you do?”

I rolled my eyes, not a hundred percent sure what Hope Floats was or why that paired with ice cream would mean I did anything wrong. I found Liv eating ice cream at four am the other morning when I got home late. And she had tossed it to the side and rode my cock like a pro the second I walked in the room. “I’m on my way.”

“What did you do?” He repeated, and my nerves jarred against each other as my hand tightened around my phone.

“I don’t know.”

“Well, I recommend you spend the drive reflecting on whatever happened the last day or two. Because by the looks of it, guard dog Peyton is on duty and you’re not going to be welcome if you don’t prepare before you get here.”

“Got it.” I snapped and hung up as the actual object of my anger stepped into the garage from the private entrance, almost as if my mood summoned her.

“Hey, Ren.” Mack smiled at me as she walked toward me. “Heading out again, didn’t you just get home?”

“Why wasn’t I notified that Olivia left today?”

She raised one brow at me, but I could tell my tone did not surprise her. “Peyton Bryce is on the approved list of visitors.” Her response was an answer, but not the answer to my question.

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