Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 103159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 516(@200wpm)___ 413(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 516(@200wpm)___ 413(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)
He’d promised he would never hurt me. Had I just caught him in a lie? Or had Kimber somehow planned this?
But she was leaving his house. Clearly sneaking away…and dressed in his clothes.
Hitting the steering wheel, I cursed. “Motherfucker!”
Aspen came back on the line.
“Lindsay will meet you. Where should I tell her?”
I drew in a deep breath and flew past a ranch truck that had just turned off the side road leading to the main barn. It would most likely be Decker or Hank, heading to feed the animals.
“There’s a boutique on Main,” Lindsay’s voice said through the line. Aspen must have merged our calls. “The one Morgan and Georgiana own…”
I forced myself to stop crying so I could talk. “Yes. I can leave the Jeep there, and if you wouldn’t mind returning the keys to them when the shop opens?”
“Of course not.”
“Do you have money?” Aspen asked.
“Yes,” I said as another sob slipped free. “I have my license and my debit card on me.”
Aspen exhaled. “I always hated that you slipped them into those patches on the back of your phone, but now I’m glad you have them. Be careful driving.”
“Thank you, to both of you.”
“It’s okay, Kipton. It’s going to be okay.”
I hit End and tossed the phone on the passenger seat as I whispered, “It’s not okay. Not at all.”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
HUNTER
My mother’s Jeep flew past us, causing Blayze to slam on the brakes.
“What the fuck?” he swore. “She knows better than to drive like that on snowy roads.”
“What’s Mom doing up and out this early?” I asked.
“Probably Dad woke her up. When he found that camera outside the house, you know he lost his shit.”
I shook my head. “I can’t believe they planted a camera outside Mom and Dad’s. I know Travis is an ass, but I actually trusted Jack.”
Blayze shook his head. “Hank found one in a stall in the main barn this morning, as well.”
“What?” I said, practically breaking my neck when my head whipped around.
My phone rang, and I saw it was Jack. I hit ignore. They had broken Shaw Ranch’s contract, the one drafted by our dad’s attorney, and now we had a reason to shut down the damn show. Kipton would still get what was owed to her—and I couldn’t wait to tell her.
“He’s probably on his way to the guesthouse,” Blayze said, nodding to my phone. “I guess it was a good thing you were at my place last night,” he added.
“Thanks again for letting me crash. I didn’t want to be in that damn guesthouse alone after that date, especially with those fucking cameras watching me.”
Jack called again.
“What the fuck does he want?” I growled, sending it to voicemail.
“Probably to beg you to forgive them and let them keep shooting.”
“Too bad. Dad said he already called his lawyer; they’re sending a letter today to stop all production of the show on ranch property.”
Blayze grinned. “Now you and Kipton can just be two normal people dating.”
“That will be nice.” My phone rang again, but this time it was Mom. “Hey, Mom, where in the heck are you driving off to this morning in such a rush?”
“That wasn’t me. I saw Kipton leaving this morning while your father was on the phone with Hank. I wanted to make sure she made it to you safely.”
I frowned. “She went to Blayze’s house?”
“No. I saw her heading down the access road toward the guesthouse. The one that skates along the pasture. Why would she go to Blayze’s?” Mom asked, confused.
“Um, I guess she wouldn’t. I stayed over there last night. But we saw her driving away from the guesthouse on the main road. She looked like she was heading toward town.”
“Town?”
I turned to Blayze. “Was that Kipton driving the Jeep?”
He frowned as he thought about it. “I guess it could have been.”
“Why would she be going to town this early?” Mom asked.
“Let me call her really quick.”
“Okay, and I’ll let you know when she gets back to the house.”
“Sounds good, Mom.”
After hanging up, I hit Kipton’s phone number. After three rings, it went to voicemail.
“She sent me to voicemail.”
Blayze shrugged. “Maybe she’s doing something?”
“This early in the morning? And why was she even going to the guesthouse?”
He laughed. “You were pretty wound up after last night. She most likely was, too, so I’m assuming she wanted to see you.”
I couldn’t help the smile that grew on my face.
My brother glanced over. “Damn. You really do love her, don’t you?”
“I really do. She makes me happier than I’ve ever been.” I frowned slightly, thinking about how fast Kipton was driving.
“Why are you frowning then?”
I shook my head. “I don’t know. A strange feeling just came over me…like something’s wrong.”
He motioned to my phone. “Call her again.”
Two hours later, I paced back and forth in my parents’ kitchen as I attempted to call Kipton yet again. Her phone must have been turned off, because now instead of ringing, it went directly to voicemail.