With Abandon: With or Without, Book 4

guy. Eddie was with
    them. She reeked of sex and that man. She was practically sitting in his lap.” Logan paused for just a
    second.

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    Matt didn’t know what to say. It was like having the air knocked out of him. He clutched his mate’s
    hand tighter.
    “I took Eddie. Sterling and I took him to eat McDonalds, and then I dropped Sterling back off at
    school. I don’t know what to tell Dad, Matt. I mean she had Eddie with her. What kind of woman takes her son with her to meet her lover? What the fuck? What do I tell Dad? I can’t just let this go. If she’d been alone, maybe I could just chalk it up to their fucked-up marriage and assume he knows, but she had Eddie with her. He says he watched cartoons at this guy’s house while mom and the guy took a nap. So he didn’t see anything, but…” His voice got quieter, becoming calmer. “I can’t let it go, Matt.”
    No, he couldn’t let that go. Matt wouldn’t. His eyes blurred with tears. She’d been distant for some
    time now, but she was still his mother. He needed to encourage Logan to snitch. A tear rolled down Matt’s cheek, and he dashed it away in anger. Why was he crying? He shouldn’t even care. She’d betrayed them
    all. He knew it was stupid, but part of him believed if they just ignored it, it’d be like it never happened. He knew Logan felt the same thing. That’s why he’d called. He needed Matt to tell him what he already knew he had to do. Matt opened his mouth, but the words wouldn’t come.
    Aubrey cleared his throat and rubbed his thumb over Matt’s knuckles. “You have to tell him, Logan.”

    Aubrey barely restrained himself from throwing his glasses across the study. “Grrr…” Where the fuck is he? Setting his glasses on the desk, he snatched up his phone again. Still no messages. He tossed the thing back a little harder than necessary, as if it was the phone’s fault for not ringing. And he knew damned well it hadn’t, because he’d had the frickin’ thing with him all last night and all this morning. If Jarred or any of the other wolves had called, he’d have heard it.
    Aubrey had been searching around the internet and by phone for the last five hours, looking for that
    son of a bitch Boskie. He’d just up and disappeared. According to his wife none of his credit cards had recent charges, and he still wasn’t answering calls from her, let alone anyone else. Bastard. Leaning back in his chair, Aubrey rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands. They damned well better find Boskie before Sunday night or else Aubrey was going to have to come up with an excuse to keep Matt here at Reynolds
    Hall where he was isolated and had security.
    Putting his glasses back on, Aubrey leaned forward and pulled up the first bank of four security
    cameras on his laptop, then the second and third. The front gate was still closed and none of the perimeter alarms had gone off. All of those were good things, but the nothingness of the situation was getting to him.
    There was no news, no activity…no nothing. This waiting around was aggravating as hell.
    A pleasant scent drifted in on a breeze, making Aubrey pause. He inhaled deeper and closed his eyes.
    Mmm…Matt.
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    Matt paced past the open French doors outside the office. He couldn’t settle. He’d been restless all
    morning, wandering around the house and grounds with his phone in hand and earbuds in his ears. His
    agitation wasn’t making Aubrey’s disposition any better. He wasn’t sure when it had happened, but it had become apparent lately that his own moods seemed to be intensified or defused by Matt’s. He did not like Matt unhappy. And Matt hadn’t been his normal chipper self since hearing his mother was having an affair.
    Logan had gotten back in touch late yesterday, but only to say that he hadn’t had the chance to talk to their dad. Today, he was going to try and go to the garage where their dad worked and talk to him during lunch.
    Aubrey glanced at the clock on his laptop. It was 1:05 p.m. New Mexico time. He’d picked up the
    phone at least half a dozen times in the past hour to call Keaton and get him to go to Matt’s Dad’s garage and check things out. Matt wouldn’t stop fretting and was getting more worried by the minute. Either
    Logan was ignoring his messages or he hadn’t heard them. Fucker. Boy, everyone was pissing Aubrey off today…everyone but