MARRYING MR. RIGHT (The Brides of Hilton Head Island Book 3) by Sabrina Sims McAfee

partying, man.”
                  Brad rolled his eyes toward the ceiling. “It’s her again, isn’t it?”
                  “What are you talking about?” Zeke asked, but already knew.
                  Brad’s eyebrows slanted into a frown. “Taylor. The kidnapped girl. You need to get over her. Get on with your life.”
                  A cold, congested ache formed in Zeke’s chest. “I am getting on with my life. I’m here at one of the finest universities in the world, studying finance. Making new friends, playing football. Just because I don’t like partying, doesn’t mean I’m not having fun. Okay?”
                  Brad threw his hands up in the air. “But you haven’t even had any pussy since you’ve been here. Girls are all over you, dude. Your father is one of the wealthiest men in the world. Owning hotels and shit. With your kind of money, you can have all the pussy you want. But all you do is study. Study. Study. Study.”
                  Tired of Brad’s constant blabbing about his sex life–or lack thereof–Zeke stood. “And I’m fine with that. Getting laid doesn’t mean squat if it isn’t with the right girl. There’s only one girl for me.” Taylor.
                  “Maaannn, Taylor’s dead!”
                  Rage flooded Zeke’s bones. He fisted Brad’s shirt, drew back his fist, and barked, “Say it again! If you do, I’m gonna smash your fucking face in! Taylor is not dead! Do you understand?! She’s not dead! She’s alive!”
                  Brad positioned his hands over his face. “Calm down. Damn, man, I’m sorry. You ain’t got to get all sensitive.”
                  Zeke shoved Brad, causing him to stumble backwards. “You better not ever say Taylor’s dead again. She’s alive. Her and my baby are alive. And I’m going to find them one day.” Zeke struggled to tamp down his boiling anger.
                  Brad snatched his wallet from the desk against the window, stuffed it in his back jean pocket, and made his way toward the door. “Again, no harm intended. Sorry,” Brad uttered, closing the door behind himself.
                  At the sound of the door clicking closed, Zeke fell back on the mattress to his back. Glancing up at the ceiling, his head ached at the temples. Smelling musk emit from his armpits, he pulled his cell from the pocket of his sweats and dialed.
                  On the third ring, Katherine answered. “Hello?”
                  “Hi, Katherine. Is my father home?”
                  “I guess you’re just going to insist on calling me ‘Katherine’ instead of ‘mother’, huh?” Uncomfortable, Zeke didn’t respond. “Suit yourself. No. You father isn’t home. As always, he’s at the hotel working. And to answer your question, no. There hasn’t been any word on Taylor. If we hear anything, we’ll make sure to call you. I promise, you’ll be the first to know.”
                  Zeke sighed. “Thank you, Katherine. Please let my father know I called.”
                  “I will, Zeke. Goodnight.”
                  “Goodnight, Katherine.” Zeke ended the phone call. Still lying on his back, he reached inside his pillowcase and pulled out a picture of Taylor. She’d given him this picture the last time they’d been together in the woods. Glancing at the photo of Taylor, a smile ruffled his lips.
                  Taylor’s pecan-colored skin glowed on her face in the photo. Caramel brown eyes, her brown, curly hair hung past her shoulders. Jeez, she’s so beautiful. Wife material. When I find you, Taylor, I’m going to marry you right away. Provide a good home for you and our baby.
                  Grieving, Zeke kissed the picture of Taylor. Wishing she was at Oxford with him, he