Tempted Heir by Michelle Heard

Author:Michelle Heard [Heard, Michelle]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: MA Heard
Published: 2021-02-12T18:30:00+00:00

CHRISTOPHER

With Danny and Ryker traveling to Africa in four months, I’ve been looking at companies there that might strengthen our foothold once we branch out.

There’s an eCommerce company in South Africa that looks pretty stable.

My phone begins to ring, and when I see Mom’s name flashing on the screen, I answer, “Hi?”

“Hi, is Dash still at the office?”

My eyes instantly go to the time on my computer, and seeing it’s already one-thirty, I say, “She left quarter to one. Isn’t she there?”

“No, and I’ve tried her phone, but it keeps going to voicemail,” Mom says, worry creeping into her voice.

“Let me try. I’ll call you back,” I say, and cutting the call, I dial Dash’s number. It keeps ringing, and when it goes unanswered, I try again.

As the seconds tick by, my worry begins to grow, and getting up, I walk to Danny’s office. “I need your car.”

“Where’s yours?” she asks as she digs her key out of her handbag.

“Dash has it, and she’s not answering her phone.”

Danny frowns at me. “That doesn’t mean you have to go all alpha on her. Let the girl enjoy her lunch.”

Scowling at Danny, I take the keys from her. “She was supposed to meet Mom thirty minutes ago.”

“Shit,” Danny mutters. “I’m sure she’s fine. Maybe she’s stuck in traffic.”

“I hope so.” As I leave the office, I bring up the app to track my car, and when I see the location, I phone Mom. The second she answers, I say, “You’re at Beverly Boulevard, right? Is Dash there?”

“I’m here, and your car is parked across the road, but there’s no sign of her. Did you reach her?” Mom asks.

“I’m on my way,” I say as a fist of worry clamps around my heart.

She’s fine. Stay calm.

Rushing to Danny’s car, I slip behind the steering wheel. It’s hard keeping to the speed limit as I navigate the vehicle through traffic. I keep trying Dash’s number, and with every unanswered call, it feels as if the grip on my heart tightens.

Coming down Beverly Boulevard, I see my car up ahead and park behind it.

Getting out, I glance up and down the street, but there’s no sign of Dash. I walk to my car and trying the driver’s side door, by blood chills when it opens, and I see Dash’s handbag on the passenger seat and the key in the console between the seats.

I grab her bag and opening it, I find her phone.

Fuck.

“Christopher?” I hear Mom call. Glancing over my shoulder, I watch as she crosses the road.

“Still no sign of Dash?” I ask.

She shakes her head, and it has me looking up and down the road again. It’s already been an hour.

She wouldn’t leave the key and her handbag in the car.

Fuck, something happened.

Pulling my phone out, I dial my brother’s number.

“This is a surprise,” Tristan answers.

“Dash is missing.” Just saying the words out loud makes my stomach churn and my heartbeat speed up. “I need you.”

“Where are you?” Tristan asks.

“7415 Beverly Boulevard,” I give him the address.

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