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in your hers
I like the peace and quiet, the tranquility of having the estate all to myself, the feel of sweat dampening my skin as the morning breeze caressed my body, and the warmth of the sun as it crawled into the horizon. Some people might say they see me most alive when I’m at a ballpark, but this was where I felt most alive.
Storm was running in front of me, Maple was at my side, while River was trailing behind. Some might say Maple was the alpha of the three, but it was really Storm. He liked to check everything first before I went. The four of us had been up since four in the morning. This was our usual routine, but for the last six days, something had changed in our regime. A little nuisance named Andi.
Storm was at full speed, stopping to wait for us when he got too far.
“I feel it, boy,” I murmured, chuckling at my dog. “You want to see that little chipmunk, huh?”
As though he understood me, Storm barked, his tongue lolling out as his tail wagged vigorously. He even knew Chipmunk was Andi. Maple and River seconded his motion. When the mansion was only fifty yards away, the three of them left me, rushing to the pool house, barking like maniacs.
When I finally arrived at the mansion, the dogs rushed to meet me, simultaneously barking at me as if telling me something wasn’t right.
“What’s going on?” I asked, petting Storm’s head. “Did the lady ignore you?”
Storm answered with a sharp bark. I wish I knew what that meant, but it was in his eyes. He was worried. When I reached the mansion, I understood what the dogs were so concerned about.
No footsteps.
No humming.
No clattering pans.
No scent of breakfast drifting through the hall.
Just silence.
I used to enjoy the silence in the mansion, but that had changed six days ago. After my run, I expected to see Andi in my kitchen. Her hair up in a messy bun, her blue eyes shadowed with sleep while she sports her worn–out shirt and faded jeans
I honestly hated having strangers in my house, but she wasn’t a stranger anymore.
My mood instantly darkened when I stepped back into the kitchen. The counter was hare. No food on the island. No coffee brewing. No sarcastic muttering from the tiny woman who had accidentally become a part of my damn mornings
“Where the hell is that chipmunk?” I grunted, crossing my arms over my chest as I glared at the empty space.
I knew the house chores in the mansion were too much for one person, and I’d been a real asshole toward her, but she had never complained. She fought back with her snarky comments. She could stand up for herself, even to Sloane. Heaven knows how much I liked it whenever she stood up to Sloane.
But where was she now?
Did she give up already?
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2:16 pm
Chapter 16
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My chest tightened at that thought.
She couldn’t give up. She was Super Andi. She was the one who said that, which was kind of cute.
“Dammit!” I hissed, going onto the landing of the grand staircase, calling out her name. “Andi?”
No response.
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I checked the pool house next. The three dogs were on my tail. I knocked on the door once, twice. I pushed it open when I got no response. The air inside was cool, and everything was almost untouched. In the room, the bed was made. The counter was clean. Everything was where I had last seen it.
As if no one had lived there at all.
As if she had left.
My stomach hollowed out. This was freaking ridiculous. I wanted her gone. I really did… didn’t I?
I stepped further in, scanning every corner, as if she might hide behind a counter or slip out from under the bed. Pathetic.
She wasn’t there.
She wasn’t anywhere.
I rubbed my face and exhaled sharply, pacing once, twice.
I ate when she cooked. I tolerated her presence. I didn’t want anyone in my space, but I really liked having Andi around. more than I wanted to admit to myself. The thought of her disappearing without a word felt wrong. Like she had taken something from the house with her, something I didn’t know I depended on until now.
My left hand twitched. I clenched it to hide the tremor.
My body was recognizing the stress I was under, knowing Andi left without even saying goodbye. This was stupid. I shouldn’t care. I knew I shouldn’t, but I did. So I grabbed my phone and dialed the only person who would know everything about Andi.
Siobhan.
She picked up on the second ring. “Beckett?” Her voice was raspy with sleep, yet she couldn’t hide her worry. “Is everything okay?”
“I need Andi’s background paperwork,” I said, trying to will my heart to calm the fuck down.
“Huh? Why?”
“I need it,” I hissed.
“What did you do to her?”
She knew something was up. Freaking Siobhan. I hated how she knew me just by the sound of my voice.
“Nothing!” I raked my fingers through my hair. Storm, Maple, and River were sitting at the doorway, their heads perking up at my anxious voice. “I just… I need her address.”
“Uh–huh. The sleep in her voice was fading away.
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Chapter 16
“Are you going to help me or not?”
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“Geez!” she grunted. “It’s freaking six in the morning. You want something? Wait until I’m ready to get out of bed!” I swear she was my mother in my past life.
“I need it now, Bonnie!”
“Fine, fine! Christ!” I heard a sheet rustling on the other end of the line. She was getting out of bed. It took her two minutes. to give me Andi’s address, not until after she threw another threat at me. “I swear I’ll kill you if you do something bad to her again, Beckett.”
I didn’t know how I got into the city. My mind was in a haze as I drove to the address Siobhan gave me. All I knew was that I needed to see Andi. What would I say to her? I didn’t know, but that was easy. Or so I thought.
When I found out where she lived and saw her brother and mother, all the anger I had because she left the house without telling me vanished into thin air.
She didn’t leave me for good.
She just went home to see her family.
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