Chapter 29

Bastian

 

 

There were only a few places that I knew Joanna would’ve gone to. I tapped a pen impatiently against the notepad I had been scribbling down notes on throughout my conference with a few other executives in my office. I needed to concentrate, to let the idea of Joanna go if I wanted to save my business. That much was clear judging from when the police investigators arrived earlier in the morning to question me about my conduct in my office.

Sid’s men doing his dirty work. That much I could sense from their pointed questions about my relationship with Joanna. He wanted information about our relationship, but in truth, I had no fucking clue what to even say. She’d run out on me, too. I now knew how that prick felt.

Concern tore through me, though. A part of me wondered if this was a ruse of some sort or a scare tactic to keep me away from Joanna. If Sid had gotten back to her, then there would never be any hope of having Joanna back in my life. His fangs would be buried even deeper into that woman’s already battered heart.

“Motherfucker,” I whispered, tapping my pen hard enough for it to bleed all over the notepad. I tossed the pen into the trash in aggravation.

I spotted Sabrina going over a file near Roger’s desk. Both of their heads were ducked together as they read over something. I doubted that Joanna would’ve gone to Sabrina’s apartment, but it was worth a shot. I knew Sabrina had her ways of getting Joanna to give up information, too—something I could use to my benefit.

I reached over to page Roger’s desk. “Roger, send Sabrina in here. I need to speak with her.”

They both jumped at the sound of my voice cutting through Roger’s phone. Sabrina slowly handed over the file to Roger before heading into my office. She ghosted through the doorway in obvious hesitation.

“Did you need to see me, Mr. Burke?”

“Close the damn doors,” I snapped, motioning for her to come inside. “I need to talk to you about something without the entire office listening in.”

She closed the doors without hesitation. Twisting her hands together nervously, she waited for me to gesture for her to sit down on the edge of her chair. I folded my hands together in front of me on the desk while I gazed across it at Sabrina, who shifted anxiously in her chair.

“I need you to be honest with me,” I said.

Sabrina’s eyes widened. “Of course.”

“Good. The both of us are well aware that Sid has been searching for Joanna the past few weeks. We know about the lawsuits and everything else.”

“Right,” Sabrina said, her eyebrows drawn together in confusion. “I’m not sure where you’re going with this, Mr. Burke.”

“Did Joanna tell you about anything about us?” I asked bluntly. “I have a reason for asking this question. The other day, she left Park City without telling me or any of my staff where she was going. I have a feeling that she is at her mother’s house, but I want to make sure she’s okay.”

“I’m not sure where she is,” Sabrina said. “If I had to guess, her mother’s would be the place she would go to. She didn’t say a word to anyone at your place about it?”

I shook my head at her. “Nothing. Not one single word.”

“That doesn’t seem like her. You know how communicative she is. She always picks up the phone if you call.”

“That’s my point. I have no way of reaching out to her.”

I caught Sabrina’s eyes to watch realization dawn across her face. She instantly reached for her skirt pocket to pull out her phone.

“I’m sorry,” she said, scrolling through her phone. “I know that you don’t like it when your employees have their personal phones on them, but I figure this a good time to keep it on me in case Joanna needs something.”

“I don’t care as long as you can make sure she is okay,” I grumbled and sat back in my chair to watch. I tried to mask the apprehension steadily building inside me while Sabrina called a few numbers before she finally reached Joanna.

“I’m worried about you,” Sabrina said into the phone, her eyes locked on my anxious ones. “No one knows where you went. Did you go back home to your mom?”

She paused to let Joanna answer before nodding in confirmation. I let out a ragged breath of relief before getting up to head to the personnel file room where they kept all the files on employees in case of emergencies. I found Joanna’s name, and to my relief, her mother’s current address was written down. I added the address to my Google Maps before leaving the room to encounter Sabrina again in the hallway.

“Listen, I have to give you the mandatory best friend speech,” she said. “I realize you are my boss by all standards, but Joanna is my close friend. I don’t want to see her get her heart trampled on all over again. If you hurt her, I might just have to break your neck.”

I met Sabrina’s eyes evenly. “You don’t have to worry about that. I’m trying to make sure she doesn’t get hurt anymore.”

“Good,” she said. “She’s at home right now if you want to head in her direction to talk to her. I don’t think she knows you’re coming.”

It was tempting. Sorely tempting to rush out of my office again and try to understand what the hell she was thinking. I had provided everything to keep her protected, and I’d let down my guard to win her heart over. This was how I was paid back?

I shook my head as I went back to my office to get through the rest of the afternoon. I couldn’t arouse any more suspicion, so I forced myself to sit through the rest of the day’s meetings. I could feel the lingering glances on me. I could hear the whispers whenever I walked by a few offices. This bullshit lawsuit cooked up by Sid was starting to get underneath my skin. Everyone in the office knew about it, but no one could offer any possible leads on who this supposed victim was.

I had to plaster a fake smile on my face whenever someone swiveled around to look at me when I passed by them. I forced pleasantries with the workers’ union representatives, who had made their presence well-known around the office by now in case anyone needed to talk to them about something they found inappropriate.

None of it would go away until Joanna went back to Sid. I knew deep down in the pit of my soul that it would never stop until something happened to Sid.

The rest of the day breezed by in a series of meetings and a few calls. I handed off a few documents to Roger that needed to be faxed before five.

“Make sure these companies get these today,” I said. “And I’m heading out for the evening. I’ll be back in the office first thing in the morning.”

“Yes, sir. Is there anything else that you need done?”

“Nothing at the moment,” I said crisply. “Thank you, Roger. You can go home after faxing those off for me.”

I gathered my things from my office before heading down to the parking garage. After pulling up the directions to Joanna’s mother’s house, I drove around Salt Lake aimlessly for a good hour just to make sure no one was following me. I had a gut feeling that Sid knew. The guy was a crooked cop with resources. I had my resources also to find out where Joanna was.

The small middle-class suburb was fifteen minutes outside Salt Lake. I parked outside a two-story, modest house with gray paint and stone. All the lights were off besides the one upstairs. I watched as someone walked by the window before I hopped out from behind the steering wheel.

I wanted answers. I wanted to know why running away from me seemed like the better option after everything I had done to protect her. That was all I was trying to do.

Snow and ice crunched beneath my shoes as I walked along the small, curved pathway to the front porch. I knocked gently on the door, unsure of who was awake. The last thing I wanted to do was meet Joanna’s mother late at night, unprepared to give her an answer as to why I was standing outside her front doorstep like a fool.

The hallway light clicked on a few seconds later. The sound of locks clicking filled the night before the door opened partially. Joanna peered out through the crack of the door before her eyes widened visibly in surprise. She opened the door all the way.

“Bastian? What are you doing here?”

“I came here because I couldn’t get ahold of you,” I said. Guilt filled her eyes. “I didn’t know if something had happened to you. And that phone was a gift to you by the way.”

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “My mom is upstairs asleep. I should’ve told you that it was better for me to leave.”

Bitterness sprouted inside me. I planted my hands firmly on the doorframe to look her directly in the eye.

“Why though?” I whispered back. “Why did you think it was better to leave? After everything—”

Joanna glanced up abruptly. She grabbed the sleeve of my coat to tug me into the small foyer.

“If we’re going to talk, come talk inside the guest room downstairs,” she said. “I don’t want to wake her up.”

I followed her through a dark hallway to a door near a kitchen. She led me down the cold concrete stairs to what appeared to be a redone basement that was a now a large guest room. I waited while she clicked on an electric heater to combat the chill in the room. It also gave me plenty of time to admire her in the white nightgown of hers that swished about her pale and smooth legs. I could also see her nipples, hardened and dark from the cold winter air.

Lust spiraled through me at the sight. I suppressed that to deal with another time. For now, I wanted answers. I wanted to know why she had made the decision to leave.

“I left because I thought you were leaving me,” Joanna said as she played with a ribbon on her nightgown. “You were distant, Bastian. I can’t keep dealing with those sorts of ups and downs anymore. Then I heard you had cut me from the payroll. I just thought you were going to leave me.”

“I never wanted to leave you,” I said, aghast by the thought. “You couldn’t have picked up the phone to ask what was going on?”

Joanna’s eyes narrowed in anger. “No,” she said flatly. “You know how hard it is to talk to you when you shut people out?”

“I didn’t shut you out. You don’t know why I did what I did.” My fingers tightened into fists to control my rapidly rising temper. “I’m not like your ex-boyfriend. I was trying to actually protect you from something.”

“I see no difference,” she said. “You built me up to tear me down. That’s exactly what Sid did to me.”

Those words cut through me in cold disbelief. I stared at Joanna as she stared back at me with a distant expression. It occurred to me then that she had run away because I had triggered her in some way. My ire rose sharply as I rounded the bed to grasp Joanna by the hands and pull her close to me.

“I was trying to protect you, damn it. Not hurt you.”