Master of his heart

Chapter 666

Aubree sensed something off–kilter with her emotions. “Bri, it’s been ages since we hit up a bar. How about we swing by Tequila Sunset tonight?”

She couldn’t keep feeling nauseous at the mere sight of men. She needed to snap out of it, pronto. And where better to find a crowd of men than at Tequila Sunset?

Brielle was taken aback. She remembered Ricardo’s words – Aubree couldn’t stand being around men right now, except for Ricardo, that is.

Brielle, still nursing a hangover from last night, knew she couldn’t indulge in drinks again so soon. But accompanying Aubree for a night out, just to sit and chat, that she could do. “Bri, Mr. Lynch will be there too.”

Dustin was in town?

Remembering the research institute being mentioned in the news, Brielle wasn’t surprised. Dustin was always on the move, flitting from one place to another.

After hanging up, Brielle thought to notify Max. As someone still reeling from last night’s binge, the last thing she needed was Max getting wind of her bar plans–he’d be livid.

However, the scene she witnessed the previous night weighed on her, and the words exchanged still felt murky in her mind. Was Max the kind of guy to pull a bait–and–switch with a stand–in? Would he have given her that rosary if he was truly smitten with Annie?

There had to be pieces of the puzzle she was missing.

Brielle hurried through her work at Stellar Stage Entertainment and headed home, intent on digging out the rosary. She wasn’t sure what to say by way of apology. Their last misunderstanding had her seeking him out, rosary in tow. Maybe wearing it now would help cool his temper. Perhaps she should wear it constantly from here on out.

rosary was nowhere to be found.

dialed the property management’s number to request a review of the surveillance footage. Without knowing the exact date it went missing, the property management was less than helpful. “Ms.

was too daunting, and it was not within the

services.

the significance of the missing rosary. What would she say if

slap. Now the rosary was also missing–how would she

temples and glanced at the clock. Time was

she was about to get out of the car, she spotted a familiar vehicle in the distance–Max’s. Max, accompanied by Patrick and Annie, was shaking hands with a man in his forties. They acknowledged each

few minutes before her window was rapped on. “Bri,

you

formal event and opened the car door. “Did you hear me?”

the metallic scent of blood. Was Dustin injured? But in his

Lynch, are you hurt?”

on his forehead. “It’s nothing. Just a

but minor. And yet, here he was

waiting inside. I saw some pretty boy with her–is she switching things up?”

added, “That pretty boy looks familiar. Can’t place where I’ve seen him

odd jobs before and has a memorable face. You’ve

back, trying to steady his