Stay With Me - Maya Banks Page 0,4
all a blur of phone calls, business trips, endless meetings and negotiations. Uncertainty wedged its way into his chest. She had sounded so disappointed the night he and Logan had left. And now that he had a moment to breathe, he realized just how often he and Logan had been making excuses and apologies.
Suddenly he couldn’t wait to get home. He was going to talk to Logan about rescheduling that vacation they’d promised Cat. Soon.
He checked his watch then fished for his cell phone to turn it back on. Logan landed a half hour before him, and they were supposed to hook up and ride together back to the apartment.
As soon as the phone powered up, it beeped to tell him he had a voicemail. Or ten. Damn, that was a lot of missed calls. He frowned as he scrolled through and saw they were all from Logan.
He put the phone to his ear and picked up his pace to baggage claim.
“Rhys, meet me at the apartment. We’ve got a problem.”
He pulled the phone away with a frown. That was it? Goddamn Logan and his penchant for being short and providing no details. He punched in Logan’s cell number and waited impatiently for him to answer. When it went straight to voicemail, Rhys swore and shoved the phone back into his pocket.
Adrenaline pounded through his veins. Shit, had something happened to Cat? Fuck the baggage. He broke into a run toward passenger pick-up and cut in front of at least three people waiting for a taxi. He thrust a wad of bills at the driver.
“I’m in a hurry.”
The cabbie palmed the cash. “Yes sir.”
An eternity later, he jumped out of the cab and bolted into the building. He cursed the elevator’s slowness as he rode it to the top floor. When it opened, he stepped into the apartment and came up short when he saw Logan pacing the floor of the living room, phone to his ear.
“What do you mean you don’t have a record of Catherine Wellesley at your hotel? She has to be there. I’ve called every goddamn hotel in Jamaica.”
“What the fuck is going on?” Rhys demanded.
Logan swiveled around, hurled an expletive to whoever he was talking to on the phone then slapped it shut.
“Catherine is gone,” he said hoarsely.
Rhys blinked as fear crawled up his spine. “Gone. What do you mean gone?”
“Haven’t you tried to call her in the last two days?” Logan asked, his voice angry.
“Yes, I have. I assumed she’d let her cell phone go down again, and you know as well as I do she rarely answers the apartment phone.”
“She’s gone,” Logan said again, and Rhys had to fight the urge to knock the hell out of him and demand that he get to the point.
“Where is she?” Rhys demanded.
“Hell if I know.” Logan ran a hand through his hair then closed his eyes. “We forgot our anniversary,” he said in a quieter voice. “Catherine made plans. Reservations. We were supposed to eat out, come home and spend the evening together then fly out to Jamaica the next morning. Only she ended up spending the night alone, and we cancelled the trip.”
“Where. Is. She. Now,” Rhys gritted out, afraid of what Logan would say next.
Logan rounded him, his eyes furious. “I don’t know! I wish to hell I did. Paige informed me that Catherine left the same night we did and hasn’t been home since. And then Paige told me what assholes we are.”
Rhys shook his head. He didn’t give a shit about Paige right now. He wanted to know where his wife was.
“The only thing missing is her luggage,” Logan said.
Relief settled over Rhys. Maybe she hadn’t left. As in walked out. Maybe she’d just gone on the trip. He couldn’t blame her if she had. He and Logan had treated her like shit.
“I’m going to call the damn pilot,” Logan muttered. “Have him fly us to Jamaica. If I have to personally go into every hotel on the island to find her, I will.”
It was a sad testament that neither of them even had a clue what hotel she’d booked for them. They’d left all the details to her and never expressed any interest in the plans. They were both bastards of the first order.
Rhys sighed. “Let me get some clothes. I left my bags at the airport after I got your message.”
“Make it quick. I’m calling down for the car now.”
Yeah, quick. Suddenly they were fast on the uptake and