Tyler paced back and forth across the hotel room, his agitation increasing by the minute. Rayna should have returned his calls by now. Even if she"d been tied up in court all day as she"d forewarned, wouldn"t she have checked her messages by now? He glanced at the clock for the umpteenth time. It was three-thirty. A persistent premonition of trouble had hung over him all afternoon. He"d been a fool to hope that Freestone would keep his mouth shut until he could explain to Rayna what had happened at breakfast. There was no point in leaving her another message. He grabbed the phone and punched in the numbers. "This is Tyler Brockwell," he said as soon as Miguel Castillo answered. "Sorry to bother you, but I"ve been trying to reach Rayna all day. Do you know where she is?"
"Nope, can"t help
