Page 113 of Wanting You
“I don’t know.” My voice is low, uneven. “But it sounds like him.”
Her breath hitches. She clutches her belly.
I check the timestamp. Message came through two minutes ago. Whoever sent it could be nearby. On the island. Maybe even watching us right now.
“We need to find it,” I say.
She swallows hard. “Find what?”
“The thing he left.” I gesture to the phone, now trembling slightly in my hand. “We can’t ignore this.”
She nods, but I see the fear in her eyes. The same fear I used to see in my own reflection.
I step into protector mode. I have to. I couldn’t protect myself back then. Maybe I can protect Evangeline now. Pay her back for how I blackmailed her with the same information I used to get here to the island.
“Where have you been today?” I ask.
Evangeline blinks. “What?”
“Today. Where were you? Anywhere off-limits? Any deliveries?”
“Just the pool deck earlier. Then the loading dock when the florals came in. And I helped the spa staff set up the VIP cabana for Ariel and Alex tomorrow.”
Great. Lots of places. Too many people. Too many opportunities to plant…whatever was left.
“Let’s check your suite first,” I say.
She hesitates. “Misty, he can’t possibly be here. The guys have the best security in the business.”
“You think my father doesn’t have his ways?”
I say nothing more. I don’t have to.
We slip out the massage room like we’re being followed.
In my head is my father’s voice, all those years ago.
Hold it. Hold your breath. Want to cry? You do it underwater. No one wants to hear it.
Bastard made me drown in silence.
I’m not drowning anymore.
We reach Evangeline’s suite. She fumbles with the keycard, drops it, curses under her breath. I snatch it from the ground, swipe the lock, and push the door open.
We check the living area. Onto the bedroom.
And I see it.
A baby onesie.
Folded.
Neatly.
Placed on the dresser like a gift.
It’s white.
