Page 93 of Heated Caress

I’m gonna have to deal.

If I want her.

And where the fuck is she? I search, but Mia isn’t anywhere.

Not her room, not with Blake and the baby not anywhere.

Leo is in the study with his father and they’re arguing about something, I don’t know what and I don’t really care.

My head is still too full of her.

Yeah, I was gonna let her go, but I can’t. I’m a fucking moron. I need to talk to her, even if it’s just to say I’ll give her space, my way and tell her I’m not actually letting her go, space isn’t that, it’s space. And I need to tell her . . .

Tell her how I feel.

Because in those twenty minutes in my room, I worked out why I’m feeling like this. Why I want to shred the world, why I want to kill for her. Why I want to grow old with her and spend forever laughing and loving and fighting with her. Discovering her.

Why I stupidly tried to push her away, why I’m willing to wait.

Why I would lay my life down for her.

Love.

I’m in love with Mia.

I’m so in love I didn’t even see it.

But now I do, it’s clear that for years I never sought out anything but sex with other women because of her. I couldn’t have her. She never looked. And now I got to taste her, I can’t even think about touching another woman.

There’s only Mia.

And I need to set things right.

Any way I can.

No matter how long it takes.

I look at Leo. “Where is she?”

“Mia?” Leo flicks a glance at me. It’s slightly wary and I guess I don’t blame him. I’m a little unreasonable when it comes to his sister. “Her room.”

“Not there.”

“Have you seen my car?” Theo asks, appearing at the door. “My keys are gone. And my fucking car.”

Things in me sink. Shit. “Mia.”

Leo stares. “What?”

“Mia,” I say again. “It has to be. Only your sister would steal Theo’s car.” Everyone looks at each other and no one needs to say a word to know it’s true. Mia has nerve made from titanium. “Someone, get on tracking his car.”

“Already on it,” says Theo.

I glare in general. “Let me know the moment it’s spotted. The moment.”

I stalk out of the room, not waiting for a response.

Where the fuck would she go? I rub a hand over my face. The hospital?

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