Craving His Best Friend's Ex. Katherine Garbera

She didn’t know what to say. Suddenly she was very glad she hadn’t slept with Ethan. Not tonight. Not now when Mason was...

      “Do you think he’s dead?” she asked.

      “I hope not.”

       Four

      The next morning, after a mostly sleepless night when Crissanne had dozed off and on and Ethan had just watched her, they were both in his home office trying to get answers. Sitting in the guest chair, Crissanne looked smaller than he’d ever seen her. All that bravado she usually presented to the world was gone. She had one of the cashmere throws that his housekeeper placed on the back of the chairs over her shoulders.

      Ethan was at his desk on his laptop, messaging with the production company and trying to use his contacts in South America to see if they had any local information. So far, all they knew was that Mason’s plane had gone down near the summit of the Andes where he had been heading to film his latest series for the production company. There was no information on whether anyone had survived.

      Ethan heard voices in the hallway, and a moment later all three of his brothers were in the room. They all glanced over at Crissanne, and Hunter, who had lived in Malibu until recently and had met Crissanne a number of times, went to her and squeezed her shoulder.

      “Don’t worry. If anyone can find Mason it’s Ethan,” Hunter said.

      “What can we do?” Nate asked.

      “I don’t know,” Ethan said honestly, looking at his oldest brother. “I’m on hold with some officials in Peru. We are communicating but not as well as I’d like since my Spanish is more suited to ordering food or talking about legal matters.”

      “I’ve gotten pretty good lately,” Derek said. Derek was a surgeon who had just married his best friend, Bianca Velasquez. She and her small son had been living in Spain until last year when she’d moved back to Cole’s Hill.

      “Do you mind?”

      Derek gave him a hard look. “That’s why we’re here.”