Page 94 of Mountain Mens' Curvy Obsession

“To finish what we started., I’m taking my fiancée home,” he states matter-of-factly.

He’s acting as if the last couple of years never happened, as if he is the master of my fate, and I’m but his humble servant.

Then a thought rips through the haze of my confusion, and I realize I’ve been betrayed by a brilliant actress.

26

Nico

There’s no trace of Anya or Breonna anywhere. No answer on either of their phones. My brothers and I are roaming through Seeley Lake, desperately searching for them.

We meet outside the sheriff’s station an hour later. Judging by the looks on Booker’s and Chance’s faces, they haven’t had much luck either.

“It’s as if they vanished into thin air,” Booker says, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “And Breonna’s place was empty. No sign of a break-in.”

“No footprints in the snow other than hers,” Chance adds.

“It was a setup. But why?” I ask, trying to understand. “Why would Anya leave like this?”

“Fucking hell, man, Anya’s pregnant and out there on her own,” Booker snaps.

Chance squeezes his shoulder in reassurance. “Breonna is most likely with her.”

“Forgive me if that doesn’t exactly settle my nerves,” I say, my blood running cold. “Any word from Sheriff Mills yet?”

“No.”

“We need to search around town again,” I decide.

“We turned it upside down and inside out, brother. They’re not in Seeley Lake anymore. And Breonna’s car hasn’t been seen in town since yesterday,” Chance insists.

There’s a duffel bag missing from the lodge, along with a few of Anya’s things. I put two and two together earlier on, but I kept hoping I was wrong.

“She is in imminent danger,” I growl. “What the fuck was she thinking?”

“What the fuck was Breonna thinking, getting involved?” Chance hisses.

Booker looks somewhere over my shoulder, his brow quick to furrow as I hear the sheriff’s car approaching. “Well, maybe she can tell us,” my brother says.

Chance and I follow his gaze just as Sheriff Mills parks his cruiser next to my truck and pulls Breonna out from the back seat. To say I’m confused would be an understatement.

“She was speeding when she hit the town limits, so I pulled her over. Alone,” Mills says with a deep frown.

Breonna doesn’t look at all concerned, though. If anything, she seems downright serene. I resist the urge to slap the truth out of her.

“Breonna, where’s Anya?” I ask.

“Away from here. Away from you,” she calmly replies.

“It’s all she said to me, too,” Mills cuts in. “I’m taking her to an interview room. Maybe some time in the box will make her more talkative.”

“I’m sure this is some sort of violation of my civil rights,” Breonna says in a calm tone. “I mean, I was only speeding. Just give me a ticket. There’s no need to drag me down to the police station.”

“There is when you were the last person seen with a missing pregnant woman,” Sheriff Mills bites back.

Chance is about to lunge at Breonna, but Booker pushes him back. “Where the fuck is Anya, you crazy bitch?”

“Don’t!” Booker warns him. “Don’t give her reasons…”

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