Page 58 of Captivated By You
CHAPTER
TWENTY-ONE
LIAM
“What do you mean she’s gone?” I paced Jordan’s office, the already small room closing in on me. “Check the cameras again.”
“I already did.” Jordan was sitting in his chair, so relaxed and calm, I wanted to punch him.
It wouldn’t be the first time we came to blows over a girl. We went way back. I had been in more scrappy fights with Jordan since the first time in fourth grade when Brooklyn Sarato kissed him at a pool party after she’d kissed me a few minutes earlier.
The tiny little slut.
Clicking sounds on the computer pulled me to a stop and I waited. Hands shoved in my hair, I had to look a mess. I didn’t give a shit.
“Hopped in a taxi about forty-minutes ago. Headed toward the airport,” he said dryly. “Just like I told you five minutes ago. That’s all we have.”
“Fuck.” I knew all this. Nothing new had changed. I’d already called Anne and left a message with Karen at Infidelity demanding they find her. I probably shouldn’t have thrown my phone into the wall and shattered it before I got their answers.
Now I was stuck, and the only thing I could do was watch the security feeds where Claudia slipped out of the conference room right as Sophie took the stage. Claudia’s phone in her hand, she glanced at it once before heading straight toward the front doors.
She hadplannedthis. While kissing me this morning and fidgeting, she hadn’t been nervous to meet my family or the press conference. She’d lied directly to my face.
Once I found her, I’d shake the lies out of her.
She’d run. She’d done it.
And I had no fucking clue why.
Why would she do this?
“Do you want a drink to calm down before your head pops off?”
I glared at Jordan. “Shut up. I’m missing something. And yeah…I want a damn drink.”
He pulled out a bottle of scotch and grabbed a tumbler from a buffet table behind him. A few clinks of ice cubes from the ice bucket, the slosh of scotch.
I could already taste it on my tongue before he handed it to me.
The burn didn’t settle me. I was a bomb ready to detonate.
Jordan leaned back in his chair, elbows on the armrests, hands rested on his stomach. “You like her.”
I took another swallow of my drink. “Obviously. What’s your point?”
“No point. It’s amusing is all.”
If I threw the glass at his head, would he duck fast enough? The man had stellar reflexes and skills on a baseball field. As if he knew the direction my thoughts had taken, he pushed away from his desk, smart-ass smirk on his mouth and tipped his head to the side.
“What?”
“Nothing,” he shrugged. I gripped my glass tighter. Probably as tight as the fist gripping my heart and squeezing until it hurt to breathe. “I’m just trying to figure out how you can care about this girl so much in only a few weeks from what you’ve told me, and yet, she’s still smart enough to run from your ass.”
“I swear to God, Jordan.” Screw the thinking about, I raised the glass like I was going to chuck it at him.
The asshole laughed. “Come on. Settle the fuck down. She went to the airport, Allistor, not the moon. Give it an hour or two and then follow her.”
God. I hadn’t even considered it. I’d been too wrapped up in worrying and anger and betrayal andwhydid I feel so strongly about a girl I only met weeks ago?
