Rory’s curse has me sitting up, and when I see a car parked on the side of the road with its hazard lights on and Ron Brady standing by it, my heart begins to race for an entirely different reason.
I’m out of the car before Rory puts it into park.
“Where is she?” I ask, the tone of my voice hinting to Ron that I’m not f*****g around.
When he sees me, he quickly raises his hands in surrender. “She was out of the car before I could stop her.”
“Where is she?” I repeat dangerously slow, not interested in his excuses.
He gestures to his head to the aul’ abandoned manor. “She ran into there.”
Just as I’m about to go in search of her, Rory rushes past me. “I’ll go.”
He doesn’t give me the option to argue, but I wouldn’t because even though they’re no longer engaged, he still sees himself a
