Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 70566 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70566 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
I shrugged. “She’s a vet, baby. They’re busy people.”
Boone was always working.
And since Holly had lived at Windsor Ranch, I’d noticed that Holly worked just as much.
She was great at her job. Boone had done a good job in hiring her.
“Should I just feed him?” DeeDee asked.
“Go for it.” I shrugged.
I didn’t have much patience today.
In fact, I was pretty damn low on it, and I was trying not to take it out on anyone that crossed my path, including my kids.
I was angry as a hornet.
When I’d walked out of this house this morning, the same man from the other day had been waiting there with another manila envelope.
Only, this time that man wasn’t holding papers for Holly—which I couldn’t believe I’d forgotten about—but for me.
Two sets, actually.
“You’re Sinclair Windsor?” he’d asked.
I’d nodded.
“You’ve been served.” He’d paused. “Twice.”
Speaking of the papers…
I took the papers from the counter and slipped the first set out of the manila envelope.
I sighed the moment that I understood what I was seeing.
Juliana was suing me for full custody, as well as spousal support.
I tucked that set underneath my arm and then went to the second set.
One of the council members was suing me.
How surprising.
Why couldn’t the ex-council member and I just settle this with fists like normal people?
Juliana, on the other hand…
I called my lawyer and relayed the exciting news.
She promised to deal with both, and I hung up.
Catalina was watching me with curious eyes. “What’s wrong with you?”
I thought about not telling her, then decided she deserved to know.
I told her about both, and she shook her head in disbelief.
“We’re all old enough now to tell her where we want to live,” Catalina pointed out. “She’s delusional if she thinks we’ll go with her. As it is now, we’re only there on the weekends sometimes. And we never stay the night. She doesn’t even have room for all of us at the same time. Oh, and when we’re there, we have to sleep on air mattresses in the spare room. She has no furniture in there.”
She’d told me that before, but it would be an interesting tidbit for the lawyer to know.
I sent her a quick text explaining what Catalina just said to me, then shoved my phone into my pocket before ruffling Cat’s hair. “I have to get back to fixing fences. Do you…”
Boone came through the front door, and I frowned at the look on his face.
“What is it?”
“Hey,” Boone said, looking worried. “You done yet?”
The work was never done on the ranch, and he knew it.
“Might could be if you need me for something,” I grumbled. “Why? What’s up?”
I had no clue what kind of impact his next words would have on me.
“I sent Holly out to run a few house calls today.” He shifted from foot to foot. “But it’s now almost five o’clock, and the last two appointments of the day say that she never showed.”
Everything inside of me stilled.
With DeeDee’s earlier concern about the dog, and now Boone’s explanation of her no-showing clients, my gut was telling me this was really bad.
I gritted my teeth and growled out, “Who was the first appointment?”
I got up out of my chair and jerked my head toward the door. “Y’all keep an eye on that dog while I’m gone.”
Catalina nodded her head and rushed over to her sisters that were in the pantry now trying to figure out what to feed the dog.
“Some guy named Baron Kenswood. He called later on and told us that the dog died, and he no longer needed our services. But GPS on the truck she’s driving showed that she arrived at his place. She also sent a message saying she’d arrived at his gate that went through about twenty minutes after the GPS said she arrived. When we call her, it goes straight to voicemail. Though that’s not too surprising because the cell signal in the mountains is almost nonexistent.”
“Have y’all gone by there?” I asked.
“I did. Then the cops did.” He blew out a breath. “Black said that legally, there’s nothing that they can do.”
“And the GPS on the truck?” I asked.
“Disabled. The truck was found about ten miles outside of town, abandoned. No Holly anywhere in sight. All of her things are still in the front seat, too. Including her phone.”
Fuck.
“Send me the GPS coordinates of where she stopped. I want to know what route the truck took to where it was abandoned, too,” I ordered. “If Black says his hands are tied, we’ll have to get creative.”
Baron Kenswood looked shady as fuck.
I also knew him, seeing as I’d just relieved him of his town council position only yesterday.
As I arrived at his place fifteen minutes later, I took a look around the property, trying to spot any signs of Holly, as I waited for him to come down to the gate to talk to me.