WASHINGTON DC.

STEPHEN'S POV.

"What! What did you just say?!" I yelled into the mouthpiece.

My assistant repeated what he said.

"Trace his house, and book the next flight for me to California." I ran my hand through my hair in distress.

She was at Henry's house?

How could that be?

I was devastated.

"Make no mistakes." I hung up, or to be more exact, I flung the phone on the floor.

Didn't she say I should pretend to be her husband? It wasn't bad if I appeared at California as her boyfriend, was it?

Damn that bastard. Knowing Quinn, she was possibly forced into all of this...

Yes... That...