Page 16 of The Billionaire Love Match

Tessa pointed to her hands, still tapping out that staccato rhythm on the chair. “S.O.S.”

Casey looked down at her hands, the realization dawning on her slowly. Tap-tap-tap-TAP-TAP-TAP-tap-tap-tap. Exactly the rhythm Colt had been tapping on her palms the night before.

He was sending a message.

The thought was like a light shining on the insides of her body, lighting up everything inside. Giving her a precise and simple hope. She needed to get to a computer and a search engine.

“Morse code,” she said out loud, not meaning to.

A few of the girls turned around, sending her death stares. She covered her mouth.

“I’m sorry,” the producer said. “Do you have a question back there?”

All of the heads turned then toward Casey, who felt a blush immediately hit her cheeks. She tried to ignore the stares and smiled.

“Only what all of us are wondering—when do we get to see Colt again?”