Tanner shook his head. “Nope.”
I breathed a sigh of relief. I tried to scroll down to get more info, but the profile ended with the spa visit date. “Can you see her ratings? And who she dated?”
“For security reasons they purge most member data every six months.”
“Damn.” I leaned back and looked out the window, trying to process everything I had just learned. The sight of the trees whipping by was soothing.Wait…trees?I blinked and looked around. We were cruising down the highway, surrounded by thick forest.Oh no!Had Madison been right about Tanner? Was he really going to drive me into the woods and chop me up into little bits? I stared at the slight smile playing at the corners of his mouth. He wasn’t going to chop me into little bits. Or sell me on the black market. He was more likely going to suck my freaking blood. Because he was a vampire. It was the only thing that made sense.Yup, he’s definitely going to murder me.“Where the heck are we?”
Tanner laughed. “That’s the other part of the good news. After I figured out that Rosalie was part of the Society, I was able to place the scenery in that photo. The reason I recognized it wasbecause the photo was taken at the Emerald Oasis - a resort in the Catskills.”
“Resort? With pools and piña coladas and heart-shaped hot tubs?”
“Eh…more like bonfires and zip lining and a big lake.”
“That sounds like my 5th-grade summer camp.”
Tanner looked shocked. “You had sex in 5thgrade?!”
“What? No! Of course I didn’t have sex in 5thgrade.” I hadn’t even been kissed until college. But Tanner didn’t need to know that. “Who said anything about having sex?”
“You said that this resort reminded you of summer camp in 5thgrade.”
“Right. The bonfire and zip lining and big lake parts.”
“Oh, I get it. I should have mentioned that the Society owns this particular resort. So naturally there’s quite a bit of sex.”
“Why does the Society own a resort in the Catskills?” I thought that only New York Jews in the 50s hung out in the Catskills. Or maybe I had just been binge-watching too much ofThe Marvelous Mrs. Maisel…
“A while ago I saw one was available for purchase. So I put in an offer. Now the Society hosts weekend getaways there.”
“I’m sorry,youpurchased it? For the Society? Why didn’t they purchase it themselves?” I knew he was some kind of prestigious member of the Society because he had that weird badge with the Society logo on it. He’d used it to stop me from getting double-teamed by Angel and Diablo.
“Oh.” He laughed. “I meant I found it for them. Of course they bought it since I’m just a normal member of the Society. Just a normal boy on the town.”
What the hell was he talking about? “And why do you have access to their database? And know how often they purge their member data?”
“I know people who know people. And I’ve been a member of the Society for quite some time.”
I bet he had.Whore.I stared at his perfect jawline. Really, how many women had he dated in the Society? And where had he been for three months? And why was he here now, torturing me with his flawless bone structure?
“Do I have something on my face?” he asked.
“What? No. You're perfect." I cleared my throat. “I mean, it’s nothing. So…that’s where we’re headed? The resort?”
“Indeed it is.”
“What good will that do us?”
“Well…the Society servers might not have any info about Rosalie, but that doesn’t mean people don’t remember her. A lotof the staff at the Emerald Oasis are townies who have worked there for years. I bet at least one of them remembers her. And if we’re really lucky, maybe they’ll remember who she used to hang out with.”
I couldn’t believe it. After all these years, I finally had hope of finding Rosalie. I pinched myself to make sure this was actually happening.Ow.“You’re the best.” I could never repay him for this.
“I know.” He flashed me his cocky smile.
I immediately wanted to take my comment back. He was the worst.
And yet…that smile was the one that I’d fallen for when I first met him. I wanted to lean over the center console and kiss him with joy. But I knew better. My heart had only just healed from when he’d shattered it. It would be careless to let that happen again. I turned away from him and checked my phone. There were a bunch of texts from Madison and a few missed calls.
Madison: What’d he say?
