“Three nights ago, she didn’t come home, and her phone is off. She wouldn’t just disappear. That is not who she is.”
“Give me your friend’s information, and I’ll contact her. I’ll find her sister.”
“Thank you, darling. I knew I made the right decision coming to you.”
After Pippa left, I looked at Paige. “And so it begins.”
“I guess so.” She grinned.
“Lookwho came to visit her Uncle Parker.” Julian walked into my office, holding Brianna.
“Hey there, pretty girl.” I smiled, getting up from my desk, and taking her from him.
“Laurel and I just took her for a well check at the Kind Medical Center. She was so brave when she got her shots.
“A true Hamilton.” I kissed her forehead.
“Laurel and I set a wedding date.”
“It’s about time.” I grinned.
“In six months, she will officially become Mrs. Julian Hamilton.”
“I’m happy for you, bro.” I patted his shoulder and handed him his daughter back.
“My niece is here, and you couldn’t bother to bring her to see me?” Roman walked into my office.
“I’m making my rounds, bro. Relax.”
“I’m glad you’re both here. There’s something I need to tell you,” I said.
“What is it? Are you proposing to Paige?” Roman asked.
“No.” I chuckled. “Paige is working again.”
“Doing what?” Julian asked.
“An independent contractor as a ‘fixer.’ She’s working her first case thanks to Pippa.”
“Pippa?” Roman’s brows furrowed.
“Her friend’s sister is missing, and she came to Paige for help.”
“How do you feel about that?” Julian asked.
“It’s what she’s good at. And if it makes her happy, then I’m happy. I told Paige not too long ago to trust a little and then each day a little more. That’s exactly what I’m doing.”
“Well, you can take worrying off the table. She’s the last person you need to worry about,” Roman said.
“I know, but sometimes I can’t help it.”
“One day at a time, bro,” Julian said. “I have to find Laurel and get Brianna home. I’ll talk to you two later.”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Paige
I walked into Harrison’s bar, the place where my client meetings would take place, and found a woman sitting at a table clutching a glass of vodka. Walking over, I slid into the seat across from her.