Dallas mumbled as he ran whisper-soft touches down my back. “She thinks I’m in Chicago,” I explained running my own fingers through the hair on his chest. “Babe, she didn’t buy that excuse for a minute. When I called looking for you, she laid into me.” “What?” I sat up and looked down at Dallas, momentarily caught off guard by this announcement. “What did you tell her?” I fairly shouted. Rolling from the bed, I grabbed my phone and turned it on. Dallas had found me at seven a.m. with the help of Agent Parker, who’d illegally searched and found that I’d checked into the Mayo Hotel. Dallas had then flashed his badge to the manager, who’d reluctantly admitted him into my room, under threat of jail time if he didn’t, with a passkey. It was now ten a.m. and the thought that my mother and father had been worried about me for almost twenty-four hours made me ill. Dammit, I should have kept my phone on and answered my messages and none of this would have happened. I’m sure the twins were in an uproar by now as well.
