Page 102 of Knot your Good Girl

Same name, and she told me she grew up in California. She had a marketing degree, and she wanted to use it.

It’s her.

My private investigator told me he missed information on her boarding a flight to Paris. He followed her there, but she was always one step ahead the whole time.

In my quest to find her, I’ve hired investigators to search Europe extensively, only to find out that now she’s in Los Angeles. The very place that I searched for her myself.

With every glance at her name, my heart pounds faster, creating a whirlwind of emotions within me. The search is over.

I’ve found her.

“Are you okay? You’ve gone pale.”

I nod, trying to look unaffected. “Leave it with me.”

Jenny looks at the folder and then at me. “Okay. I need to make travel arrangements by five today.”

“You’ll get it.”

My thoughts are a whirlwind racing through my mind.

I had it all planned, down to the smallest detail. We would wake the next day with a clean slate. I’d make her breakfast, which she’d eat in bed. And then she’d sleep from another lovemaking session. And when she did, I was going to organize our flights to Paris, then to London.

The plan was for me to join her on the trip to Europe, which she seemed to desperately desire.

It was perfect.

Everything suddenly slotted into place. I was going to propose to her in the stunning city of Paris. Not on the Eiffel Tower, but at the Trocadéro at sunrise. A perfect start to the day, the perfect start to our life together.

A life I wanted only with her. I knew that from the first time I knew her beautiful scent was real and not a figment of my imagination.

The day I inhaled her perfume in the elevator, I knew it was real, that she was real, and that she was mine.

I should never have fought it. Worse, I should never have let the past determine our future.

I was going to tell her the next morning nothing mattered, but I never woke up with her.

I never thought for one moment she would vanish without a trace. Or for her to move to the opposite side of the country to get away from me… her soulmate… forever?

I look at Jenny, who looks at me inquisitively.

“You know what? I’ll be attending this game.” I give the file a gentle tap. “Book the jet and a hotel for the night. I want the players to relax for the New Orleans game next week.”

Jenny’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “You’re going to Los Angeles?”

I nod. “Yeah.”

And I’m bringing my omega home.

She turns and strolls to the door, turning around as she reaches out her hand for the handle. “Your players will be thrilled that you’re there. They’ll respect you for it.”

I smile and nod my head, then I wait for her to close the door behind her, the sound of it clicking shut echoing in the room. Only when I’m alone do I rest my head against the wood of my desk, squeezing my eyes as I try to calm my pounding heart.

But first I need to deal withhimif she’s ever going to come back.

I stroll from my office, the sound of chatter and footsteps echoing through the hallway, and reach the elevator, pressing the panel to head to the next level.

And directly to Jed’s office.

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