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“We’re almost there, Remi!” she says.

My heart stops. Literally. I have no idea what we’ll find when we get there. Did she kill him? Did he kill her? Are they both alive and back together? Am I stupid for even going after him?

Stop it, Remi!

Trevor stops the car in front of a vacant lot.

“Why are we stopping?” I ask.

“We’re here,” Lexie says. “This is where he is.”

“There’s nothing here, Lex,” I say, a feeling of dread weighing me down.

“Call him,” she says.

I dial his number hesitantly. We roll down the windows and wait. Kat opens her door and gets out, returning a moment later with Chance’s phone.

Tears escape my eyes again.

“He’s not here,” I whisper, a sob catching in my throat. “Oh my God, Kat. He’s not here.”

“It’s okay, Rem. He’s a big, tough, alpha asshole. Some off-her-rocker wackadoo isn’t going to get the best of him.”

Her words reassure me. A bit. Chance is big and tough, and probably an alpha asshole as well. But he was tied up, and Helen had a gun. And he went with her willingly. But he has a gun.

“Does he have his gun?” I ask Kat.

She shakes her head.

“He just wanted to get to you, Remi. We never thought something like this would happen,” Lexie says.

“We’re never going to find him.” I feel weighed down.

“Okay, you said he was going to the place where his first date with this girl was right?” Trevor says.

I nod my head.

“But you don’t know where that is?”

I shake my head.

“Maybe he gave you some kind of clue? Something he said?” Trevor urges.

“Of course he did. He’s really smart. Okay, we can figure this out,” Lexie says.

“Figure what out? How?” I ask.

“We go back through the conversation. Pick it apart. There must have been something. Remember how Chance practically said where they were going? And Helen interrupted him. We just need to figure out what he would have said had he said it.” Lexie has a way of making even the most challenging of things seem easy.

Like now.

I have to admit, it’s kind of inspiring.

“Well, they said something about a park, right?” I ask.

“And a picnic,” Lexie adds.

“Didn’t Chance also say something about Brighton County?” Kat asks.