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“Thanks,” I said, frowning at the information on her being sad. She’d seemed quieter than usual but had not seemed outwardly sad. It was easier to talk to Jamie about problems than to us, although it hurt me a little since Rosie and I shared everything.

“Let me know if you hear from her. She told me about what happened in the alley…” her voice trailed off. “I worry, Fox. Please. Text me to let me know. Or call.”

“I will. Talk to you soon.” We disconnected, and I raked my fingers through my hair, frustration coursing through me.

“Nothing?” Anson called out.

I shook my head and grabbed my jacket.

“Where are you going?” Enzo demanded.

“I’m going to look for our girl,” I said.

“I’ll come with you.” Anson got to his feet and walked to the foyer without looking back.

“Just… be safe,” Enzo said, his voice rough. “Take the east side of the city. I’ll take Cole and E to the west side. Stay by your phone, OK?”

I nodded. “Be safe.”

I didn’t wait for a reply. I rushed out, praying my Rosie was OK. We couldn’t keep doing this shit. The coin pressed against my thigh in my pocket, and I exhaled.

Fuck.

We tookAnson’s car and covered the entire east side of the city before heading to the south end.

Come on, Rosie. Please. Call and tell us you’re OK.

“Let me see if Ryder and Trent have any news,” Anson said as we pulled up along a curb. He quickly dialed and put Ryder on speaker.

“Hey, man,” Ryder greeted him.

“Hey, have you seen or heard from Rosalie?” Anson asked.

“Uh, no. Why? What’s wrong?”

“I, fuck, I went over to her place to talk to her. Shit got out of hand with Cole. We fought. She ran. We can’t find her.” Anson looked out the window, a muscle thrumming along his jaw. He still hadn’t told any of us why it was so important he see her. He’d been angry and frantic when coming into the house earlier that night.

“Damn. I haven’t seen her. Trent and I can take a drive and see if we see anything. She has her car?”

“Yeah,” Anson muttered. “Call me if you find her or hear anything.”

“Absolutely. Talk soon.” The call disconnected, and Anson rubbed his eyes.

I swallowed thickly before speaking. “Why did you come over tonight?”

Anson sighed and closed his eyes as he rested his head on the headrest.

“Because she turned down the contract.”

I blinked rapidly at his words. “What contract?”

Anson shook his head and unlocked his phone. A moment later, he handed it to me.

I stared down at a PDF of a recording contract for Rosie with a fuck ton of zeros.

“She didn’t tell me,” I whispered. “I had no idea. When…?”

“Alex Ryan from Trackmaster Records was at the showcase,” Anson said. “I’d sent him a few tracks we’d recorded. She didn’t know I was doing it. He loved it and was in the area, so he popped in. She blew him away, Fox. Alex Ryan is not easilyimpressed. It was immediate. He loves her and thinks she’s going to be huge. He offered her the contract a few weeks ago. We went to dinner with him.”