Chapter Eighteen

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Adam's P.O.V I rolled over and hooked my arm over Megan, but instead of it falling on her waist, it fell right onto the bed. I patted around a little with my eyes still closed, expecting to feel her, but I didn't. Opening them, just a slit, I looked, but the bed was empty. Shooting up, I looked around, There was no sign of her. 'Megan?' I whispered, loud enough for her to hear if she was in the bedroom, but not loud enough to alert Beckett if he was in his room. There was no answer. That's weird. Pulling the covers off of me, I headed into the bathroom, that was empty too, and my shirt she was wearing for bed was hooked over the side of the bath. As soon as I saw that, I panicked. Where was she? Had she done a runner?! Has Beckett done something? I practically ran to my

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