van drove off and out of frame. “Where is she?”
Marshall sighed. “I’m afraid, my dear, that your sister’s been kidnapped.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
Ever had raged, she had cried, she’d threaten to sue the entire town and the state if it would bring her sister back.
Now, she slept, but it wasn’t a restful slumber.
The hotel room hadn’t been her choice. She’d wanted to hit the streets running, sniff out her sister’s trail if necessary, do something . Aidan’s suggestion that she get some rest had been met with anger, and she’d stormed out, calling him a rat bastard for abandoning her sister.
He’d just followed after her, and tried not to take her words personally.
His father had promised to have answers by the morning, and Aidan knew enough to trust that. Still, it was cold comfort for Ever, who in obvious pain from having to watch her sister’s kidnapping. She refused to be comforted, and hadn’t been willing to listen to anything that wasn’t directed toward her sister’s rescue.
Aidan’s idea of staying in a hotel room had been met with derision, even though he knew it meant safety. On this, however, he hadn’t balked. She’d yelled at him, telling him he’d have to arrest her to keep her in one place, how horrible he was for holding her back. In the end, she’d gone into the hotel room, bitching the whole way. The moment she finally quieted and laid down in the bed, she was out like a light.
Never once, however, did she tell him to get out.
It was the little things that he latched onto.
Watching her sleep in that bed, his hands itched to hold her. Even now, her face was still wet with tears. What he wouldn’t give to take her in his arms, kiss them away, tell her everything would be all right.
Drawing in a raggedy breath, he pulled out his cellphone and retreated to the opposite side of the room, every inch from her a tug on his heart.
“Hey bossman.” The familiar voice of Mackenzie Wallace, his second in command, filled the phone. She seemed chipper for it being close to the middle of the night. “What’s up?”
"Mac, I need you to cover me for the next couple of days."
"Uh, yeah sure boss," she said, obviously curious but knowing better than to ask for details, "no problem. Everything okay?"
"Something came up." Lord, he needed to tell somebody. "I may have found my mate."
Ever would have probably heard the loud whoop that came over the phone if she hadn't been asleep. "You're serious? Oh man, congrats! So, how's the sex?"
He coughed, glancing at Ever still asleep. “It’s not like that,” he said softly, careful not to wake her, “not yet anyway.”
Mac just snorted. “Marcus and I were boinking like bunnies within half an hour after meeting each other,” she said, and he could almost see the smirk on the deputy’s face. “Not that anything’s changed, mind you.”
Aidan rolled his eyes. Sex wasn’t such a taboo subject amongst the Arcadian shifters. When you saw folks naked after a shift fairly regular, you learned not to sweat the small stuff. Now however, he had the image in his brain and couldn’t wash it out fast enough.
As if she knew what Aidan was thinking, Mac laughed. “But seriously, what’s holding you back from doing the dirty? It’s awesome, you know.”
“Her sister’s been kidnapped. That’s what brought her to Arcadia.”
That shut Mac up. “Jesus.”
“The Brahm’s doing everything he can to find the girl. Apparently he was never notified that she’d even entered the town.” Aidan looked back at Ever. “I need to handle this one personally.”
“No problem, man. You tell us what you need and we’re there.”
“See if there’s anything you can dig up on a work history for Sonya Jackson. I know my father’s handling it but I’d like as many eyes on this as possible.” Another thought came to him. “And take a look for any large dark vans in the area, possibly dark green,