What was he supposed to do now? Worry morphed into dread when he saw Violet approaching him. “Are you looking for Chrissy?”
“Yes. Do you know where she is?”
“I’m pretty sure she went back inside.” Violet cringed dramatically. “I think she may have seen you and Ashley. She seemed pretty upset.”
“What did you tell her?” His voice came out deeper and harsher than he’d intended, but it had the desired result.
Violet flinched before pasting on her well-rehearsed wounded expression. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. I’d like to think Chrissy’s smart enough to draw her own conclusions.” She raised her eyebrows, turned, and disappeared into the darkness outside.
Wyatt frantically searched the main area and dining room, excusing himself twice when someone came up to visit with him. He jogged to the elevator and took it up to their floor. When he got to Chrissy’s room, he paused before knocking on the door. Nothing. He knocked again. “Chrissy, if you’re there, we need to talk.”
Only silence answered. He looked at the bottom of the door and noted that there no visible lights on inside. It was after eleven. If she had been upset, maybe she’d gone to bed.
There wasn’t a thing he could do if he couldn’t find her or get her to answer the door.
He finally went to his own room and kicked off his shoes before collapsing on the small couch. He pulled his phone out and sent Chrissy a text.
“I couldn’t find you. I hope everything’s okay. I checked your room, but you didn’t answer. We need to talk before we head home tomorrow. Call me, okay?”
That was all Wyatt could do. He stayed awake for some time, hoping his phone would ring or that he’d get a text. It was after two in the morning before Wyatt finally fell into a fitful sleep.
