The Dangerous Jacob Wilde

After all, it was one terrific view. The city, its gleaming skyscrapers. Who could keep his mind on work if he had a view like that to distract him?

“Dammit,” Caleb muttered, and swung his leather swivel chair back toward his desk.

Lying to himself was pathetic.

He wasn’t only ignoring his work, he was ignoring everything, and it didn’t have a thing to do with the view.

It had to do with his brother.

Jacob.

Where was he?

Three months had gone by with no word. Not a note, a phone call, not even an email or a text message.

Well, yeah.

There’d been that one text message, sent to all their phones, his and Travis’s, Em’s and Lissa’s and Jaimie’s.

Do not worry about me. I am fine.

Caleb snorted.

What the hell did that mean? That ridiculous phrase, I am fine.

Jake was fine.

Really?

“Really?” Caleb said grimly.

How fine could a man be when he’d returned to his home as surly as a hound with a burr up its butt, taken up with a woman he’d wanted no part of, ended up not leaving her side for days and days until, just like that, he vanished.

Jake was gone.

So was Addison.

But they weren’t together.

She was back in New York.

He was Christ knew where.

And she wouldn’t so much as speak his name.

“I don’t know where he is,” she’d said when Caleb phoned her. She’d told Travis the same thing.

And, when they compared notes, they agreed that each time, she’d been choking back tears. Which hadn’t kept her from firing the two of them.

“I just don’t think it’s a good idea to go on working together,” was what she’d said.

They couldn’t get anything else out of her.

Not that they really wanted to know what had gone wrong between their brother and their client. Their former client.

They’d just hoped she could tell them where Jake was.

Nobody knew.