I toy with my phone for about the fiftieth time since she went for her walk, and finally take a deep breath and dial.

Her shrill ringtone echoes through the quiet room, and I spin in the direction it’s coming from.

I lift a cushion on the chair in the corner of the room. The jacket she wore yesterday sits underneath it, and through the fabric, the glow of the ringing phone tells me I’m wasting my time calling.

Fuck.

She had a bag when she left. I guess she didn’t transfer her things to it.

Picking up the jacket, I search the pockets. Inside are her phone, her purse, and her passport.

My stomach sinks.

What on earth has she been doing all this time with no money and no phone?

Where are you, Delaney?

Running my fingers through my hair, I look down at the bed. Think, Josh.

I need to go looking for her. She said something about the markets, and maybe she got a little lost on the way back.

Making my way downstairs, I find Bradley, Reece’s driver.

“Could you help me please, Bradley?” I ask.

“Of course, sir.”

“Delaney’s not back, and I’m worried about her. She’s left her things behind by accident. I need to borrow one of Reece’s cars to go and look for her.”

He nods. “Of course, sir. I’m happy to help.”

“We can cover more ground with two of us.”

“Come this way, and I’ll find you what you need.”

I follow him down to the kitchen.

There’s a locked cupboard on the wall, and he retrieves a key from his pocket to open it. The cabinet’s full of keys as Reece is a lover of cars. He’s got a few in the garage.

While I’m waiting, one of the security guards walks in. I hate needing security, but it’s a no-brainer to keep Delaney safe.

What a joke. Then I let her walk off by herself.

When I find her, I owe her the biggest grovel ever.

“Sit down and I’ll make you a drink,” Leilani says to the guard. “It’s hot work out there today.”

He nods as he sits at the table beside a couple of others from the security team. “Tell me about it. Big drama down at the gate. One of the girls out there fainted and someone called an ambulance for her.”

“An ambulance?” One of the others asks.

“Pretty sure she had heatstroke. She looked quite pink, and threw up before she fainted.”

One of the other men at the table laughs. “Damn. It was only a matter of time before it happened to one of them.”

“This was a new one. She tried the whole ‘Josh Carter is my boyfriend’ line to get in the gate. Gave up when I made it clear she wasn’t getting in.”