He pulled out his phone. No messages and no calls. He’d called Lily a hundred times the last three weeks and had sent twice that many texts and still no response. Where the hell was she? And why wasn’t she answering? He was sick with worry. Worry that Johnny B had found her. Worry that she was somewhere alone and broke with no one to turn to. Most of all, he was sick at the thought that she felt she had to leave. Cam had tried to make him listen to reason. “Put yourself in her shoes, bro. If it was you, would you have done any different? She thought she was protecting us. You know Lily. She couldn’t live with the idea that she was putting either of us in danger.” Maybe Cam was right, but that didn’t change the fact that it had ripped his heart out when she left. He’d hired a private detective to try to find her but so far the guy hadn’t turned up anything. Clint leaned back and closed his eyes.
