Page 92 of Saving Me
“Thanks for waiting for me and giving me a ride,” Miles slides into the cab of my pickup truck.
“No problem. It was perfect timing and saved the boys some time on their way home. It’s good to have you here for a few days.”
“I’m looking forward to it,” he says, looking out the window.
“Already getting bored of tour life?” I arch my eyebrow at him as I head down the road.
A tired look crosses his face briefly before he shakes it away. “Nah, it’s what I worked so hard for. It would be stupid of me to give it all up now. I’ve still got some good years in me,” he grins. “I can’t disappoint the ladies either. The drummer is always a favorite.”
I study him and can tell he’s hiding something. I decide to let it slide for now as I glance at my phone again.
Still no text back from Lyla.
“Did Lyla get smart and ghost your ass? That’s the second time you’ve checked your phone in less than two minutes.”
“She’s probably just showering after work or taking a bathlike she usually does.” I set my phone back down and try to ignore the pit in my stomach that I can’t seem to shake.
I make it back to the house in record time, and I’m out the door and up the stairs in seconds. I notice her purse on the counter and breathe a sigh of relief when I see she’s here. She has the wine out, too, so she must be taking a bath.
I walk to the master bathroom and stop when I see the items scattered on the floor. The bathtub is full and untouched. I quickly walk over and throw my hand in it. It’s still warm but not hot like she usually likes, which means it’s been sitting here for a bit.
“Lyla!” I call out, racing through the bedroom and back into the kitchen.
“What's wrong?” Miles sees my face and immediately picks up on it.
“She’s not in there. The bathtub is still full, and a table is knocked over.”
I take the other hallway, calling out her name as Miles races upstairs to check. My heart is pounding so hard that I can hear the blood rushing in my ears. I whip out my phone and call her cell.
“Dammit,” I say when I hear it ring on the counter.
“She’s not here,” Miles looks at me with worry in his eyes.
I tap my phone and find her watch location. “She’s wearing her watch, thank God.” I zoom in on her location and see her just south of us.
I whip my head up and meet Miles’s eyes. “She’s heading south. Why the fuck is she going south?”
“Would she run again? There’s an airport down there.”
“No, she promised me she wouldn’t. She wouldn’t leave me unless…”
“Unless what?” Miles asks, stepping closer.
“Unless she thought she was saving me.” Thoughts race through my head as I sort it all out.
He found her.
She went with him to protect me.
“Call 911 and give them her location,” I bark out, heading toward my truck. Miles keeps up with me and jumps in the passenger side.
“I’m going with you.” He pulls out his phone to call the police.
“He found her, Miles. The fucking bastard came intoourhouse and used me to threaten her. That’s the only reason why she would leave with him. I know because I’d do the same to protect her. Fuck!” I yell, slamming my hands on the steering wheel and speeding down the street.
“Just get us to her, Jake. We’ll get her back,” he says, trying to pull me off the ledge.
He talks to the officer on the other end of the line as I whip the truck through town, weaving through traffic and not bothering to stop at any lights.
