Page 79 of The Deal Breaker
If it weren’t…
Adrenaline shot through him.
Iris had just moved in. She hadn’t been there long enough to meet her neighbors. If she fell or got sick, no one would know because she lived alone. He shifted in the leather captain’s seat.
There was Wi-Fi on the plane. He might as well use it.
Dash:Flying back. How’s the apartment?
Delivered was beneath the reply. But no dots appeared to tell him she was typing.
He waited.
Nothing.
Dash:Did you watch the game?
Again, he waited.
Same result.
No reply.
His knee bounced.
Where could she be?
Dash:Haven’t heard from you today. Please check in.
He scanned his inbox and opened an email from one of his executive team, but as he read, his irritation at not hearing from Iris grew. So did his worry.
This would drive him crazy. Who was he kidding? It already was.
Dash blew out his breath, and even though his phone notified him of incoming texts, he double-checked to see if any had arrived.
None had.
“What’s wrong, Wonderkid?” Mason asked from across the aisle. “Only make two billion last quarter instead of four?”
Man, Dash was thirsty. He reached for his water bottle and gulped. “Why do you think something’s wrong?”
“Subtlety isn’t your superpower, dude.”
No, it wasn’t.
Mason leaned toward him. “Tell me what’s going on.”
“I can’t reach, Iris,” Dash admitted, feeling useless and helpless. Not a good combination. “I keep thinking something might have happened to her.”
“I thought she quit.”
“She did.”
Mason scratched the scruff on his chin. “So why are you worried about her?”
Dash would have laughed at Mason’s puzzled expression if he wasn’t so concerned about Iris. But he couldn’t miss the opportunity to get back at the founder of the fastest growing social media platform. “Looks like observation skills aren’t your superpower.”
“Wait.” Lines creased Mason’s forehead. “You and Iris?”
