How could Landon have done this to me? Stealing away the one person I’ve found after all these years. Now George will want him and not me. I can’t let that happen. I won’t let that happen. At least he said he’d deal with Raul. I can’t imagine having to erase her memory. God, even touching her is hard. Being without her near is difficult enough. What am I going to do? He glanced at his bureau and saw the number she had scribbled down. She was supposed to be busy tonight going over her data, but he doubted if she was doing that since he had erased Jeremy’s memory. Fuck it. He grabbed his cell and punched in her number. It rang a few times and went to voicemail. “Hey, George. This is Wyatt. Can you call me so we can talk please? Landon told me what happened and…fuck. Please call me back.” He hung up and threw the phone down on the bed. He needed to get out of there. He grabbed his hat, car keys, and slipped out of the house. The sun was setting and the urge for a drink ran through his soul.
