Reckless (Thoughtless, #3)

Kellan’s eyes widened and I knew he understood what I meant by that subtle innuendo. Feeling a little proud of myself, I set off in search of my hard-to-miss sister.

Oddly enough, I couldn’t find her anywhere. And none of the crew had seen her either. Flitting from person to person, I asked everyone I came into contact with if they’d seen a very pregnant girl. Nobody had. I called and texted her about a dozen times, but no response yet. As the minutes stretched longer and longer, I began to get really worried. It wasn’t like my sister to miss this. Even yawning and tired, she still showed up to the sound checks and fan greetings.

Thinking she was just waiting in the greeting room like we had yesterday, I started heading that way. All of the winning fans were there, waiting for their brief moment with the rock stars. I scoured their faces, but didn’t notice Anna’s among them.

To a surge of shrieks, Holeshot walked in, followed closely by the D-Bags. Griffin wasn’t among them. Matt looked severely freaked out by the absence of his cousin and was snarling into his cell phone. Evan looked worried too as his gentle eyes swept the room. Kellan was frowning. When he locked eyes with me, he mouthed, “Anna?”

I shook my head. I hadn’t found her yet. And apparently, no one had found Griffin yet either. God, what if something was wrong? What if she’d gone into labor this morning? She could be in a hospital right now, giving birth, and I wouldn’t know. Surely she would call me. Why hadn’t she called me? Where the hell was she?

Pulling out my cell phone, I stepped out of the room so I could start calling hospitals.

Fans filed past me as they completed their time with the stars. Anxious about finding Anna, I turned my back on them. By the time I put my phone back in my purse, I’d called every hospital, clinic, and veterinarian that I could get the number for. Who knows where Griffin would take my sister if she was having a baby. God, I hoped she wasn’t in labor.

Hands clenching my stomach, I debated making the hardest phone call of all . . . to our father. He’d been so worried about my safety, I doubt he’d considered the possibility that something could happen to Anna. She’d always been so strong, so tough, so capable of taking care of herself. I doubt Dad even knew she was on tour with me. He was going to lose his mind. He’d call in the National Guard to help find her.

Pulling out my phone again, I sat in a hard folding chair and stared at the screen. Dad was going to officially disown me for losing her.

Kellan came up to me as I was contemplating what to tell Dad. Squatting down, he looked up at me. “No luck?”

I shook my head, tears in my eyes. “What if something happened to her?”

Kellan rubbed my thighs. “She’s with Griffin. I’m sure she’s fine.”

I heard disgusted snorts and glanced over at two lingering fans staring at us. Kellan noticed them too and stood up. They glared at me with open dislike on their faces. As security forced them to move along, I wondered what that was about. Were the Kell-Sex fans so protective of the Kellan-Sienna relationship that Kellan couldn’t even console a friend? Geez. They had bigger jealousy problems than I did.

Pushing them out of my mind, I looked up at Kellan. “What do we do?”

Running a hand through his hair, Kellan sighed. “Griffin won’t miss the show. He’ll be here, and he’ll know where Anna is. We wait.”

He extended his hand and helped me stand up. Rubbing my back, he led me to the dressing room so I could fret in private.

It felt like days passed while I waited for news of my sister’s whereabouts. I tried her cell phone over and over, but she never answered it. Every time I asked Kellan if I should call my parents, he told me to wait another ten minutes. I was getting tired of waiting. So was Matt.

Pacing the room, he barked into his phone, “We’re on in twenty minutes, Griffin! Wherever the fuck you are, get back here now!”

I’d never seen Matt angry before. It was a distressing sight. His cheeks were splotched with color, his temperament as prickly as his hair. I suppose part of his fiery behavior was being fueled by concern for his cousin. Even if they bickered like an old married couple, they still loved each other. Matt had to be just as worried as I was.

Stopping his friend from wearing a hole in the carpet, Kellan calmly told Matt, “Relax, he’ll be here.”

Matt tightened his grip on his cell phone, clearly blaming that inanimate object for Griffin’s disappearance. “And what if he’s not, Kellan? Do we bail on the show, or go up there without a bassist?”

Scratching his closely cropped head, Evan pointed in the direction of the stage, where Holeshot was finishing up their act. “David said he would play with us if Griffin didn’t show.”

Matt snapped his head to Evan. “Does he know any of our songs?”

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