The Wedding Rescue, Book Four(8)

“One minute.” He hung up.

Axel was fast. Fewer than two minutes later, my phone was ringing again.

“I’ve got a guy headed to her house and another listening to the police band for any mention of her car. I sent a third to the Delecta. He’ll be on hand if you need anyone there. What do you want my guy to do if she’s at home?”

“Have him make sure she’s okay. If she’s fine, just let me know and I’ll head out. If she’s in any trouble, he should do whatever he has to.”

“On it. Stay there and as soon as I have anything, I’ll call.”

I hung up and went to stand behind the tech monitoring the garage. Cars flashed by on the screen, too fast for me to identify.

“How will you know if you find it?” I asked, trying to distract myself. I’d feel more solid once I knew where Leigha was. Without looking up at me, the tech said,

“We built it off the facial recognition program. I entered the vehicle specs we had on file for the car, and the computer does the rest.”

“You have the specs for all those cars on file?” I asked.

“No.” The tech shook his head without taking his eyes from the screen. “But we have just enough to cut the time it takes to scan the garage. Too much data to parse would slow it down.”

“You guys build this in-house?”

“Yes, sir. More secure that way.”

“Very cool,” I said, studying the cars speeding across the screen. I’d invested a lot into my security team. Between the high rollers visiting the Delecta and the amount of cash that came in and out, it was imperative to have the best watching over the place. I rolled my shoulders back, trying to relax. I had my team here watching for her. Axel was on the case. We would find her. And I’d either solve her problem, whatever it was, or spank her ass for trying to run out on me again. Likely both.

Sometime in the last day and a half, I’d decided I was keeping Leigha. She was everything I’d been looking for in a woman, and I didn’t see the point in playing games. I’d always been like this. Decisive. Once I knew what I wanted, I never questioned it. I’d met Axel in college and in the time it took to get through our first Biology Lab, I’d known we’d be friends for life.

When I’d decided to move to Nevada and open a casino, I’d spent over a year gathering intel and researching the market. But once I’d come out to find a building site, I’d chosen it the first day. One look at the aging casino in the Delecta’s current location, and I’d known this was the place. I could see it in my mind, cleared of the original building, my beautiful Delecta rising in its place. I’d made an aggressive offer on the property, done my due diligence and made a solid investment. But all that was to keep the spreadsheets looking good. I’d already known I’d found my new home.

I barely knew Leigha. What I did know left me wanting more. Beautiful. Un-fucking-believable in bed. Smart. Sweet. Funny. Just touching her calmed me and set me on fire at the same time. I had no idea why she’d left. Maybe I was wrong, and she wasn’t in trouble. Maybe she’d gotten another wild idea and decided she had to go. If that was it, I’d change her mind.

I was Dylan-fucking-Kane. I could get her back. Thinking over the possibilities, I hoped that was it. The other option, that she was in trouble, was too terrifying to contemplate. At least, it would be terrifying until I got her back. Once she was safely with me, I was going to unleash holy hell on whoever had upset her.

“Sir, we’ve got the car.” I turned to see Randall and the tech leaning over the tech’s monitor. It was stopped on her sedan, the license plate clearly in view.

“Keep an eye on it,” I ordered. “It’s possible she may come back to pick it up.”

“Yes, sir.”

We waited, all three of us watching Leigha’s car, sitting alone and untouched in the quiet parking garage. Until Axel called with a report from Leigha’s house, or she showed back up in the casino, there was nothing I could do. I was all about action. Sitting and waiting while Leigha might be in trouble was not my idea of fun.

It felt like an eternity of nothing, the same view on the screen of Leigha’s boring, brown car. I was buying her a new one. That one wasn’t her. She thought she was a sensible beige sedan, but after the way she’d looked that evening, I think it was safe to say Leigha was a rare bloom. She needed something exciting, not sensible. An Audi TT. I pulled up the website on my phone while I waited. In the middle of choosing between silver and grey, Randall said,

“We’ve got movement.”