Page 35 of Tangled With You

ChapterEleven

Trevor woke with a groan, the blare of the hideous alarmhe’d set on his iPhone enough to make him want to hurl the thing across theroom. He didn’t; instead, he grabbed it, then stabbed blindly at the screenuntil the squawking stopped.

Then he flopped back, enjoying the blissful silence.

That, however, lasted only a minute, because as soon as he closedhis eyes and tried to fall back asleep, he realized what had been bugginghim—Ollie.

He wasn’t in bed.

Frowning, Trevor sat up, then looked around the still-darkroom. The curtains were closed, but it wasn’t even six. The sun was stillpushing itself up over the horizon.

The room had an attached bath, and Trevor got out of bed andwalked naked in that direction, assuming Ollie would be there. But the door waswide open, and there was no sign of him.

Okay…

For a moment, Trevor felt a stab of fear. Had Ollieregretted last night? Had he found himself lying awake, trying to wrap his headaround what they’d done? And, ultimately, had he decided that it wasn’t forhim.

Get a grip, Barone.

He wanted to kick his own ass. He knew he was a projectingGreg onto the situation. And now he was getting all up in his head, like a highschool freshman with his first crush. He was an adult, dammit. More than that,he was a trained observer. He could parse out a scene by studying it, andfrankly this scene didn’t require much study at all.

It was morning. Ollie was gone. So, for that matter, werethe clothes Ollie had been wearing last night. All of which added up to thecertainty that Ollie had gotten dressed and left the room.

Not exactly the most mind-blowing bit of detective work, butat least he wasn’t spinning wild tales of Ollie sneaking out the bedroom windowwith a blue-eyed blonde whose big tits had won out over Trevor’s cock.

With a frustrated groan, he shook his head. He truly waslosing it, and all because he’d fallen fast. But had it been too fast? Or wasit like Goldilocks and the timing had been just right?

And like hell it was fast. They’d been dancing around thisfor over a year now.

He shook his head, forcing the swarm of thoughts to stopspinning.

He started toward the door, remembered that clothes would bea stellar idea, then slid back into the pants and Henley he’d beenwearing. Sometime today, they’d need tograb some extra clothes and toiletries.

With the possibility of that joint excursion filling histhoughts, he headed out of the room, almost bumping into Brax.

“So where are we?” he asked. “Anything new in the night?”

Brax shook his head. “We’re pretty much right where we were.A long way from nowhere, but unfortunately in the wrong direction.”

“In other words, we’ve got nothing.”

“Got it in one.” He hooked his thumb toward the room Trevorhad just come from. “You’re clear, right? Apparently that’s my crash pad.”

“It’s all yours. I was asleep when Ollie stepped out, but Iassume he has everything he needs.”

“Yeah, when he settled in downstairs, he said he couldn’tsleep. Not surprised considering it’s Courtney. I mean, no matter what’sbetween them today, those two have a long history. He’s got to be sick aboutthis.”

Of course he was. Ollie was broken up aboutCourtney, and Trevor was being a jerk for not even thinking that Ollie wouldn’tbe able to sleep. That of course he’d head straight down to the operationscenter.

He frowned; he was distracted and off his game, and hecouldn’t afford to be. Courtney couldn’t afford him to be. Becausethey were going to find her. For her sake, and for Ollie’s.

“I’m heading down now to get reports from the overnight crewand check in with everyone coming on shift. There’s coffee, I hope.”

“Gallons,” Brax promised. “And cinnamon rolls.”

“Who do I have to kiss to make sure those keep coming?”

“The pastry fairy?” He nodded toward the bedroom. “See youon the flip side—or you’ll wake me if something pops?”