ENRIQUE HAD BEEN IN Melbourne for a week, and he had called Sarah every single day. She didn’t, or wouldn’t, return his calls. He didn’t know how to get in touch with her in any other way, other than hiring a private detective, and did he want to do that? What sort of stalker would that make him?
A thought struck him in the heart with a chunk of ice.
What if she’s found somebody else?
“Mr. Martinez, I have found out where Miss Louis works,” buzzed the intercom in his office.
Jumping three feet in the air, Enrique dove for the phone. “Please dial the number and get her for me.”
Simone connected the call for him, and the phone began to ring.
His heart was beating so fast he could hardly hear the ring tone over the rush in his ears. It sounded just like the rush of the ocean in a sh
