The first light of moonrise slipped through the curtains and spread across the bed. Emma reached for Brandon without opening her eyes, expecting to feel him beside her, but her hand met only cool sheets.
A small smile touched her lips. He was probably checking on Bryan Oliver.
She stretched beneath the covers before sitting up. Brandon usually came back for one more kiss before starting his day, even when he had already gotten out of bed. When he didn't return, she frowned and slipped out from under the covers.
The bedchamber was unusually quiet. His side of the closet stood open, but his shoes were still by the door. His watch and wallet were on the dresser, right where he had left them.
Emma walked into the bathchamber and looked around.
"Starlit?"
There was no answer.
She checked the dressing chamber next, then stepped onto the balcony and looked toward the grounds below. Nothing caught her attention.
