BRAYDENS POV

“Get it done,” I snapped into the phone, ending the call. My jaw was already tight from the bullshit I’d been forced to handle. I slipped the phone back into my pocket and turned.

The rack of dresses where I’d left Zoe was empty.

At first, I thought she’d wandered. My eyes scanned the boutique. No sign of Zoe.

“Where’s the girl?” I demanded. The nearest salesgirl blinked at me.

“She was just here, sir. By the dresses.”

My pulse spiked. I moved ...