Runaway Bride

"Mr. Whitmore wants to see you, sir," my executive secretary's voice came through the intercom. "Can you spare him a few minutes now? He says it's very important." Just hearing the name made my nerves tighten at once. Mr. Whitmore was the private investigator I'd hired a year earlier to track down my missing fiancée, Mara Holloway. "Mr. Vale?" I glanced at my Rolex. I hesitated. I had an important deal to wrap up in fifteen minutes. "Okay, send him in." Truth was, I wasn't even that interested in finding my fiancée anymore. I had stopped looking for her a few months back. I tried everything to find Mara. I hired a private investigator. I traveled to every country she'd visited in the last few years. I asked her family and friends where she was. But all they ever gave me was the same answer. They had no idea where she'd gone or who she was with. Bullshit! I knew her family had to be sick with worry not knowing where she was, especially her brother, Elias Voss. Then the truth hit me all at once. It's hard to find a person who has no intention of being found. And that was when I stopped. The office door swung open and my secretary stepped in with Mr. Whitmore. "Good morning, Mr. Vale." I rose and shook Mr. Whitmore's outstretched hand, then motioned for him to take the seat in front of my desk. "I have some good news for you." My heart seemed to stop in my chest. "I found your fiancée," Mr. Whitmore said.