Mitch winced. “Can I assume your woman isn’t the type to ask questions and wait for answers?”
“Not even a little bit.” She was fire, and heat, and probably cursing me to every god whose name she could invoke.
I dropped my head to my hands. “She’ll think I cheated. Not on her, butwithher. I’m fucked.”
“Where is she now?” he asked.
“She ran.”
“London’s a large place.”
“I’m fucking aware.” I turned towards the exit.
“Elijah, wait.” Mitch pursued me. “I was hoping to get more of your time. There are meetings this evening.”
“You take ’em. Or they can wait.”
“Elijah,” he scolded.
I whirled around, panicked and scared, and with no time for his bullshit. “Reschedule everything.”
His mouth opened then closed again. “And if they complain?”
“Tell them I’m handling something important.”
“More important than a multimillion-dollar deal?”
I didn’t dignify that with an answer.
Mitch watched me for a long moment then shook his head. “Sorry. You’re right. Forgive me. This is important to you so it’s important to me. I’ll call Edina at Tech Support. She can maybe do something with camera access. Maybe link into the local facial recognition visuals. With all the research you had them do, it should be quick.”
My heart restarted. I backed away. “Thank you.”
“We’ll find her for you.”
Not if I found her first.
Air rushed into my lungs as I broke into a run towards the street. Bonnie had an hour on me, and in a city this size that could mean anything. But I’d be damned if I let her disappear again.
Not when she was already mine.
I surged through the crowds, heart pounding harder with every step. Bonnie Braveheart thought she’d walked into a horrible scene, which meant right now she believed the worst of me.
And if I didn’t find her fast…
I burst onto the street and scanned the crowds.
She might never listen long enough to learn the truth.
Chapter 18
Bonnie
From being a place of excitement and wonder, London had changed rapidly to being too big. Too full of people who had somewhere to go while I had absolutely nowhere. Or any money to get home. I’d let myself get so wrapped up in Elijah, I hadn’t even brought my purse, believing him that I’d no need to spend money today.
I walked without direction, my brain buzzing with a single thought that refused to shut up.
Idiot.