Chapter 172

“Of course you haven’t. Why would he do anything responsible?”

“I could try calling him.”

Zy shook his head as he tossed on his clothes. “I don’t want to tip our hand until we’re in his personal space. It’s the best way to control the situation.”

“Then I don’t know what to do.”

“Let me see if Trees can pinpoint him.”

Was the guy even awake? “How would he do that?”

“He has ways.” Zy smiled. “Follow me.”

She’d rather not talk to Trees while wearing her pajamas, and Zy was eyeing her formfitting tank and shorts with an unnervingly intent stare. “Let me get dressed.”

She ducked out to the bathroom, tossed on her clothes, brushed her teeth, and secured her hair in a ponytail. She exited to find Zy waiting in the hall. Together they headed to the kitchen.

Trees stood at the coffeemaker, shirtless and huge, his hands braced on either side of the counter. Nothing odd about that, except the petite brunette standing in the cage of his arms