Page 12 of Saving Mr. Norcross
Vander hadn’t come back for lunch, and now it was late afternoon. There’d been no messages and he wasn’t answering her calls.
She lifted her phone and jabbed his name again, then pressed the phone to her ear.
“Leave a message,” Vander’s deep voice said.
She closed her eyes. “It’s me again. Where are you? Call me when you get this.”
Something was wrong. She sensed it.
She pressed a hand to her stomach. This was Vander. Her man could handle anything.
But it wasn’t like him to just disappear without letting her know. And no matter what was going on with them, he’d always respond to her calls. Something was wrong.
There was no way in hell she’d just sit here, waiting and worrying.
She needed to find him.
“Brynn?”
Haven stepped out of the villa, wearing a pretty yellow sundress, but her face was creased with worry. “I still can’t get a hold of Rhys. He’s not answering the phone. He should’ve been home by now.”
“Let’s go inside.” Brynn took her sister-in-law’s arm.
“Can you call Vander? Maybe Rhys’ phone is broken.”
Brynn kept her tone even. “Let’s talk inside.”
All the color drained out of Haven’s face. “God. Vander’s not answering either?”
Brynn nodded. Inside, they both sat on the couch. Brynn lifted her phone and tried to call her husband again.
This time, it didn’t ring at all.
His phone had been switched off.
Or destroyed.
“Something’s happened,” Haven whispered shakily.
“Haven, this is Vander and Rhys. If anyone can handle any situation, it’s the two of them.” Brynn rose. “They were headed into the town center.”
“They were at a coffee shop called Licchio’s. Rhys sent me a picture.”
Haven held up her phone. It showed a selfie of Rhys, looking like a glamorous rock star with his tousled hair and wide smile. There was a coffee shop behind him, and she could see the sign with its name.
“Let’s go and check it out,” Brynn said. “Have you got keys for your rental car?”
“Yes.”
Brynn drove them into town and found a parking spot on a narrow side street. In summer, she suspected the town center would be packed with sightseers, but now, the number of tourists had dwindled. As they walked into the square, she watched a family with teenagers walking past, a girl talking to the father while the teenage boy was hunched over a cellphone. Another family played in front of a historic church. The toddler, a boy, held onto his father’s hand, toddling unsteadily.
God. That would be her and Vander before they knew it.
“We’re going to find your daddy, little one,” she murmured.
It didn’t take them long to find the coffee shop.
“Rhys was standing here in the photo.” Haven scanned around.
