Nox
Only briefly did the slam of the shutting door echo in the waiting SUV as Isaac secured his seatbelt. Seconds later he spoke, "Sir, I have GPS that’ll take us directly to Miss Collins."
There wasn’t any need to fill him in. He’d been with me since we took off for Savannah. He'd witnessed my tirade and the subsequent return to my senses.
Shedding my suit jacket, I settled against the backseat. The damn Georgia heat only added to my angst, each degree pushing my temper higher and nerves tighter.
"Just a minute. I’m getting Deloris on speakerphone. Let’s find out if there’re any new developments." It was wishful thinking, but that’s what had happened since I learned of Charli’s decision to enter her stepfather’s car—I’d wished. I’d wished she’d waited for me. I’d wished she wouldn’t have done it. I’d wished I’d find her waiting in our hotel suite, a silky nightgown covering her petite body, with a glass of whiskey awaiting my arrival.