Page 81 of Receiving His Mercy
He was calm, careful, but also stern when needed. He got the job done and well.
Which is why Travis was certain the other man could handle whatever had come up.
“I can, but she says that she knows you. Actually, she first said she knew Jace and then she tried to make me promise not to call him.”
Travis frowned and walked out of the busy meeting room at Raptor Inc. They’d been searching for Rory since yesterday morning and had nothing. Seemed she’d learned some things from her brother over the years about how to move around under the radar.
She had to be using cash as there had been no movement on her credit card or bank accounts. And somehow, she wasn’t using her ID to get around.
If she was hitchhiking then he would tan her damn ass. Everyone else could get in line.
“Who isshe?” he asked.
“Name, sweetheart?” Kane asked.
“I’m not your sweetheart. I want to talk to him.”
Relief filled him. He was almost certain that was Rory.
“Tell her that if she hitchhiked here from Dallas I’m going to come and whoop her ass,” he grumbled. “Fuck.”
“Did you hitchhike here?” Kane asked in a low voice that spelled trouble.
Shit.
“I did not! I got a ride with a friend. I’m not an idiot.”
“Kane, put her on speaker.”
“Done,” Kane replied.
“Rory!” Travis snapped down the phone. “Do you realize that all of Black-Gray as well as all of my guys are currently searching for you? Do you know how much manpower we’ve put into this? Gray is going out of his mind with worry.”
“I . . . I didn’t think anyone would be looking for me,” she said with a sniffle. “I’m so sorry.”
“What were you thinking?” he asked. “Gray is trying to find flights home to come find you.”
“Oh no.”
“Travis, ease up a bit, man,” Kane said. “She looks upset. Here, sweetheart. Sit down and have a drink of water. Tell me what’s going on.”
Travis sighed and pinched the top of his nose as he stared down at his feet. “Sorry. We’ve just all been worried about you, Rory.”
“That’s Rory? Where is she?”
He glanced up to find Jace bearing down on him, worry filling his face.
“She’s at Whip It,” he told his brother.
Instantly, the worry disappeared and anger filled its spot. Uh-oh. It was rare for Jace to get angry, but when he did, everyone had to brace.
“What the fuck?” he whispered.
Travis eyed him warily. “Kane, keep Rory there. I’ll be there shortly.”
“Give me the phone,” Jace demanded, holding out his hand.
“Nope.” He ended the call. “You need to take a moment to breathe.”
