“Where are you?” Wyatt’s phone rang and rang, and I closed my eyes when his voicemail picked up. I waited for the beep and cleared my throat of emotion. “I don’t know what kind of interview Georgio has you on, but you need to call me back. Elio proposed, and I need to tell my best friend every detail, but you’re not picking up. Just…” I sighed heavily. “Just let me know you’re all right, okay?”
“Hey.” Vinni came into the kitchen and snagged a coffee cup. The guys were playing Rummoli in the other room, and I could hear their happy chatter. “You looked stressed. Is leaving for the tour bothering you?”
“No, I’m worried about Wyatt.” I slumped over the island and rested my forehead on the counter. “He isn’t answering his phone.”
“Still?”
“Yeah. It’s been three days, and that’s not how we
