“Check your phone.” It was all he said before he left the room. Ignoring him, I concentrated on picking up where my dream had left off. A moment later, I rolled my eyes when I heard Rich grabbing his phone from the nightstand. I was starting to drift off again when I heard his sheets rustling as he got out of bed. If she’s really gone, I’m going to wring her neck. “Get up,” Jericho ordered, confirming my worst fears. “Houston wasn’t fucking kidding. Check your texts.” Heart pounding, I frantically searched the sheets.
