Chapter 97

• Haven ’s eyes flicked between the gleaming lights of the city as his car thundered down the turnpike. It was well after midnight, but the activity still crept along, squeezing at his tolerance. His mind was dashing quicker than his car as thoughts of Alexis surged like a surge. Where could she be? Who was she with?
• The forward clock on the dashboard examined 1:03 a.m. Alexis had been lost for three days. He had called her phone so numerous times that he’d memorized the design of the voicemail message. He’d left messages, texts, some irate, a few pleading, but they all went unanswered.
• Now, Haven ’s feelings brewed in a chaotic blend of perplexity and freeze. He could hardly rest, and when he did, his dreams were eager parts of her snickering new, or more regrettable, the picture of her laced with Matthew. Haven didn’t need to think about that. The thought of Matthew turned his stomach into ties.