Bradley paced his hotel room, phone in his hand. He stopped in front of the window that overlooked the parking lot. Still no Carissa. He checked his phone—again—to see if he'd missed a call or text from her. But he hadn't. In fact, he hadn't heard from her in a couple of hours. Unease swirled in his stomach. Something was wrong.

He promised himself he wouldn't be controlling like Danny, or constantly check-in and demand to know where Carissa was, but his worry intensified by ...