He dressed and strode into the living room, surprised to see Devon and Cam both sprawled in the armchairs.

“You two look like hell,” he commented on his way to the kitchen.

Cam snorted. “You’re one to talk, alcohol boy. When was the last time you went on a bender like that? Weren’t we in college? Hasn’t anyone told you we’re too old for stuff like that now? It’s a good way to poison yourself.”

“Tell me something I don’t know,” Rafael muttered.

“So what’s the plan?” Devon drawled.

“I’ve got to get her back,” Rafael said. “Screw the deal. Screw the resort. This is my life. The woman I love. My child. I can’t give them up over some ridiculous development deal.”

“You’re serious,” Cam said.

“Of course I’m serious,” Rafael snarled. “I’m not the same bastard who would do anything at all to close a deal. I don’t want to be that man any longer. I don’t know how you stood him for as long as you did.”

Cam grinned. “Well, okay then. Don’t get pissy about it.”

“Have either of you heard from Ryan? I sent him after her, but the son of a bitch won’t answer his phone.”

Devon shook his head. “I’ll try him. Maybe he’s just not answering your calls.”

Like that was supposed to make Rafael feel any better. But at this point, he didn’t care how he had to get to Bryony. Just as long as he did.

Just as Devon put the phone to his ear, the elevator doors chimed and Rafael jerked around, holding his breath that by some miracle Bryony had come back. He let it all out when he saw Ryan stride in.

Rafael strode forward to meet him. “Where the hell is Bryony? I’ve been calling you for the last couple of hours. Where have you been?”

Ryan glared back. There was condemnation in his eyes. And anger. “I just spent the past couple of hours listening to Bryony cry because you broke her heart. I hope to hell you’re happy now that you’ve destroyed the best thing that’s ever happened to you.”

“Whoa, back off,” Devon said as he stood. “This isn’t any of our business, Ryan. He’s already beaten himself up enough without you piling on.”

“Yeah, well, you didn’t have to listen to her cry.”

“Where is she?” Rafael demanded when he found his voice. The image of Bryony crying sent staggering pain through his chest. “I need to see her, Ryan. Where did you take her?”

“To the airport.”

Rafael’s heart dropped. “The airport? Has she already left? Do I have time to catch her?”

Ryan shook his head. “She’s probably already in the air.”