Mia arrived at Zac’s condo, not waiting even a moment before leaving the car. She did not need approval for entry—she’d been here before, and beyond this, she was his fiancée. She could not be denied entry by anybody, not even the bodyguards who had been instructed not to disturb him. They only exchanged knowing glances as she passed by.
Her pulse pounded against the side of her head when she stepped into the hallway. She headed for his door and punched the password into the security panel.
“Zac?” she called, pushing the door open, but no one responded.
The living room carried the remnants of his presence—a bottle of whiskey lying open on the table, the glass next to it only halfway filled.
She moved farther, into the dining room, where a food tray rested untouched, gone cold.
A frown
