Page 37 of Fairy Tale Lies
“Yes. Unfortunately,” she grumpily replied, playing with the folds of her dress. “I’m leaving right after I find my sister.”
“You lost your sister?” He sounded both amused and worried.
“Yes, it’s what I get for hanging out with Cinderella past midnight. Maybe I need to start searching for a glass slipper.”
His laughter carried through the line, warming more than her heart. “Maybe you should. Besides losing your sister, are you having fun?”
“For the most part…”
“Why? What’s wrong?” The humor had slipped from his voice.
Jacob’s instant protective mode was lovely. Especially after the scare in the house, but since there wasn’t much he could do, she decided to play down the incident. “Nothing serious. Blake was also invited.”
“Shit. Is he bothering you?” There was a definite edge to his voice.
She should end the call. “Nothing I can’t handle.” Because, darn it, she needed to learn to manage some things on her own. “I have to go. I need to call my sister.”
“Not fucking likely. What’s the address?” Jacob barked.
Disbelief rolled through her.Is he angry with me?
He was acting like a darn caveman. She couldn’t stomach his anger, along with Blake’s near assault. “I’m sorry I upset you. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
Before she could hang up, she caught his words. “I’m not mad at you. I’m pissed at your sister. How could she ditch you with that asshole around?”
Greta raised the phone back to her ear. “She doesn’t know he’s here. We’d split off. I was visiting with old friends from high school.”
“Doesn’t matter. You can’t find your sister now. Give me the address. I’m not going to let my girlfriend get pestered by some—” He inhaled deeply. When Jacob spoke again, his tone was softer. “Please don’t make me drive all over your city trying to find this party. I will if you don’t give me directions.”
Girlfriend.
He’d never called her his before. She liked it. Okay, he could be her caveman.
Smiling, she gave him the address. Disconnecting, she hugged the phone to her chest, thrilled herboyfriendwas coming to her aid.
“Who was that? Your guttersnipe boy toy?”
Greta stood, whirling to face Blake.
She idly wondered how he was able to track her like a bloodhound, yet she found it impossible to find Cindy. Maybe she should ask Blake for help. He seemed to have a knack for finding people. Even those who preferred to be invisible.
Chapter Fifteen
Striding up the long brick pathway, Jacob no longer wondered why Greta couldn’t find her sister. In fact, he worried he might have the same problem with Greta. The Glengarry house and property were enormous. A small city could’ve fit comfortably inside its perimeters, and tonight there was enough people to fill said city.
At the front door, he walked in without knocking, figuring no one would hear it over the pounding music. He stopped and took in the massive foyer and staircase to his right. To his left was a set of open double doors leading into what appeared to be a small cinema, and straight ahead was a huge living room. People were everywhere. Some glanced at him with curiosity but didn’t approach, and none of them were Greta.
How in the hell am I going to find her?
Jacob had no idea where to start and decided to go straight. He pulled his cell from his front pocket and tried to call her, though he doubted she’d hear it. Music was pounding from speakers in a room he walked by, and it sounded like a concert was taking place in the backyard.
He was right and hung up when his call went to her voicemail. As he went farther into the house, a woman stopped him as he passed the curving staircase.
No surprise. He didn’t exactly fit in with the high-end crowd. Most of the men were dressed in oxford shorts and polos. His jeans, faded blue T-shirt, and motorcycle boots didn’t quite fit the scene.
He glanced at the woman’s hand resting on his arm. Her middle finger sported a huge emerald ring. His gaze moved to her face. She didn’t appear angry, merely curious.
“Hi, handsome. You lost?” She was watching him like he was a foreign animal she wanted to possess.
