Was completely furious at the man’s answer, and so was Benson, who snarled right down the line at the threat of separating her from her son. Did not like it at all, no wonder the woman had bolted away into the night. It did not appease him to hear Timothy tell him, he’d not actually intended to follow through with it, that he knew he wouldn’t have to, knew that Piper wouldn’t risk it and would go with him.
“Don’t interfere if you are going to threaten her or my son Timothy, I’ll find her myself.” he’d snarled down the line at the man, and ended the call, even why Timothy was telling him not to interfere.
Recalled that Timothy had told him he’d also threatened her the first time they’d met as well. It was no wonder the woman was on the run, she’d gotten nothing but threats from him. He was just as guilty for raging at her about Hadley’s dress. “Her place, Cooper, let’s see if we find something on where she might go.”
They did just that. Hadley was wandering around looking at her things, stopped and looked at the photos too. He’d let the cat out of the bag, she’d not said a single word since he’d used the words ‘my son’ at the hotel. He’d not missed her expression at the time had said it all.
Bradley was sitting in Pipers’ home studio, once again trying to get passed the password when Hadley walked in and looked around, he noted she was holding a photo in her hand “He’s got your eyes.” She commented softly as she walked passed him and into the room to look around.
“He does, his name is Brandon.” he told her with a nod”. You’re a girl, Hadley. What do you use for a password?”
Saw her roll her eyes at him. “Yes I am a girl.” watched her eyes move passed him to the computer and then just shrugged “l don’t password protect things.
“Nothing?”
“Nope..” she shook her head.
“What about your study lap top, the one you take into the human world” he asked surely that was locked.
“Oh, yeah that. It’s mum and dads Mate Bond anniversary.”
That did not help him at all with the password.
Cooper was off searching the house for anything at all.
Heard Hadley gasp from behind him and turned to see her looking at the ruined dress on the mannequin. She’d moved the screen aside, he could see it as well.
“That’s the dress I want, or did.” she pointed to Bradley looked right at it, though he’d seen it last time he’d not really taken it in, had a defined sweetheart neckline with crisscrossed ruching and a fitted bodice all the way to the top of the hip area, had some pretty embroidered tiny flowers on the left hip and then fell in a ball gown style in lots of soft layers of sheer white material that that had three inch white silk ribbon edging on each of the layers, that fell like cascades down the dress in overlapping folds, almost looked like large curls.
It was in a soft white dress.
He didn’t think she could possibly have made it and torn it to shreds in just a week. Surely not. Then he remembered Renee telling him only one had ever been made and taken out of the catalogue. He looked at it.
Hadley as she stood there trying to put it back together.
“Leave it, Hadley.” he told her gently. He could see her getting upset by the state of the dress. “I’m certain once everything is cleared up, she will make you your dress.”
“No she won’t.” He heard Hadley say with a heavy sigh.
“Yes she will.” he reassured her.
“No Bradley, you don’t get it.. this is her dress… the one she made for herself…” her big blue eyes turned right on him full of sadness “She’ll never make it again.”
His eyes moved passed her to the dress once more and then he sighed himself, her dress. The one she would have worn for him, he realised, was what Hadley meant, the one Hadley wanted for herself, the one he had gone in there demanding she make, for the woman that Piper believed was his new Mate. Wanted her to wear the dress she had designed for herself. No wonder she’d ripped up that photo, no wonder she had refused to make it and told them to get out. No wonder he could feel her pain that day.
He’d waltzed into her office and demanded from her point of view, that she allow his new Mate to wear the dress, she, his actual Mate, had not only designed but would have worn for her Luna Ceremony. It just seemed to get worse with every minute. Nothing he did eased her pain, only made it worse. He had to sort this out and quickly.
She had made the dress, even though she would never get to wear it. Then destroyed it, but still kept it.
The woman was torturing herself with it and on a daily basis. He sighed as he stared at it, it was beautiful, she would look beautiful in it.
Was this how she reminded herself to stay away from him? He wondered.
Cooper came up empty handed after searching the place top to bottom, went through every single room, methodically started down stairs and worked his way up, searching for clues as to where she may have gone.
Nothing there was not even a hand written address book with people’s phone numbers in it that she knew or socialised with.
“Need to search her office at the store.” Cooper stated “I got nothing at all,”
“We’ll have to wait until it closes. I don’t think Laura will let us search the office.”
“The building has an alarm, remember. We’ll need Izzy or another staff member to let us in.”
“Or an alarm code.” Hadley stated, she was still over by the dress. “Coop you go in and seduce the woman locking up, while you entertain her in the back room. Bradley and I will go upstairs and search her office.”
Bradley turned and looked at his little sister, shocked by her bold statement to Cooper. She had just told his Beta to go and have s*x with the human woman.
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