I nodded. I still felt shitty about leaving, but the reality was that I hadn’t had a clue the two other times my baby sister had gone missing. I’d divorced myself from this family long ago—something I deeply regretted now. I had reason to hate my parents, but my brothers and sister had done nothing wrong.

I owed them my loyalty. I’d go to Montana with Lacey as I’d promised.

Then I’d leave my beautiful home behind for the last time.

40

Lacey

The Wolfe private jet was even more luxurious than I’d imagined.

And yes, there was a bed.

Rock, though, was oddly distant. He hadn’t mentioned the bed, or joining the mile high club, which, from the little I knew about him, seemed out of character.

I sipped Champagne from a crystal flute and ate strawberries dipped in chocolate.

Rock sat next to me, his drink sitting on the table in front of us, and he hadn’t touched the fruit.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“I’m good. Just a lot on my mind.”

“Anything I can help with?”

He smiled. “No. I want to have a nice weekend with you.”

“I’d like that too.” I returned his smile and took another sip of Champagne. “This is delicious.”

“Only the best for the Wolfes,” he said, a little sardonically.

The attendant walked toward us. “Mr. Wolfe, the pilot says we’re going to start our descent soon, so you’ll need to fasten your seatbelts. I’ll clear away these dishes.”

Rock nodded. “Thank you.”

I clicked my seatbelt closed.

Montana, here I come.

One limo ride later, we arrived at Rock’s secluded cabin. It was small and cozy, and I loved it immediately.

“Make yourself at home,” he said. “I’m going to take your suitcase into the bedroom.”

“Thanks.”

Yes, he was definitely off. I still knew so little about him, so I didn’t feel comfortable pushing it. The living area was furnished with a leather sofa and two recliners flanking an oak coffee table. The fireplace was huge, and the mantle above it was made of white granite.

“Too bad we can’t have a fire,” Rock said.

“Probably not in spring.” I smiled.

“Would you like anything? A drink? Something to eat?”

“No. I’m good for now. I think I’ll change, though. Get out of these work clothes.”

“Help yourself.” He pointed toward the room where he’d taken my things.

I left, and he made no move to follow me. Again, odd. Was he sorry he’d brought me? I doubted it. This was Rock Wolfe. If he’d wanted to bail, he would have.

If only I didn’t love him. This was starting to hurt a little.