“Nah, they were Dad-specific.”
Sierra lifted a shoulder. “But they both have big egos, so maybe something could be tweaked.”
“Hey,” Grant said as he paused in his pacing, “I don’t have a big ego.”
“You kind of do, Daddy. The fact that you just took exception to my statement suggests that you do, in fact, have a big ego.” She smiled at him. “It’s okay, we still love you.”
He grumbled a sigh as he continued his pacing before he crossed the room and glanced into the hall. “Does anyone else think Julia’s been gone a long time?”
“Maybe,” Sierra answered, “probably her bitchy sister is being her normal self and poor Julia can’t get away.”
“I’m going to check,” Grant said. “Please don’t make any stupid decisions about destroying people while I’m gone.”
“Okay, we’ll just make smart decisions about destroying Lydia,” Sierra answered.
He hesitated at the door before he shook his head. He’d deal with it after he’d located Julia. Maybe she could talk some sense into his children.
He threaded through the halls to Alicia’s room and pounded on her door. No one answered.
He tried again, rapping a little louder this time. “Alicia?”
With a sigh, he stared at the door. He dared not open it. If Alicia was inside and ignoring him, there would be an international incident. Maybe she wasn’t inside. Maybe they were in Ethan’s room. Where had Worthington put the man?
He twisted, scanning the other doors in the hall. Footsteps interrupted his thoughts. He turned to find Alicia and Ethan.
His stomach twisted into a knot as his brow furrowed.
“Hey, Grant. Did you need something?” Alicia asked as her steps slowed.
“Have you seen Julia?”
“No,” she said with a shake of her head. “We were out and just got back. What’s up?”
“She came to check on you. She hasn’t come back.”
“Oh, maybe she’s trying to find us,” Alicia said as she pulled her phone from her pocket. “Ah, yep. Missed call from Julia.”
She held a finger up as she pressed the phone to her ear. “Hmm, going straight to voicemail.”
Grant’s heart thudded faster. He whipped his phone from his pocket and dialed his driver, James.
“Mr. Harrington,” James answered a second later, “something I can help you with?”
“Is Julia’s car here?”
“Let me check.”
He shifted his weight from foot to foot as he waited for James to check on the vehicle.
“No, it is not. Everything okay, sir?”
“No,” Grant said, his mind racing. “Thanks, James.”
He ended the call.
“Grant?” Alicia asked. “Something wrong?”
“Julia left. And she didn’t tell anyone. And when she does that–”
