Harry felt very restless as he hurriedly wore his clothes. Every minute that passed without knowing where Mia was felt like torture. He'd barely slept, consumed by thoughts of her—where she might be, was she the cafe waitress - what she must think of him after everything that had happened.

He grabbed his keys from the nightstand and headed for the door. Enough waiting around. He needed to find her, to explain everything.

As Harry rushed down the hallway, James called his phone for the fifth ...