Chapter 45

Brett could see how nervous—scared—Rylan was and admired his fortitude. Yes, Rylan had competed in some pretty rough parts of the world, but violence was never directed at him personally.

Brett was scared, too.

He stood on the sidewalk and waved as the buses pulled away then returned to his hotel room.

Once again, Brett Rocha was suddenly, terribly, painfully alone.

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Brett grabbed breakfast and went back to their—his—room. The average sized hotel room now seemed cavernous and empty. He was tempted to try yodeling to see if there was an echo.

He pulled out his phone and checked for any message from Rylan. Blowing out a harsh breath, Brett tossedthe phone onto the bed.

“He’s probably on the plane. No texts or calls allowed. I’ll be lucky if he sends me anything. I don’t blame him for being pissed. I’m pissed at myself.”

Brett took the envelope of receipts and dropped it onto the bed. If Rylan was an addiction, maybe this was what withdrawal was like.