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Caleb listened to Nick’s half of the conversation, fighting the frustration and disappointment rushing through him. They’d been so close. So. f*****g. Close. Damn that phone. Observing, he now glimpsed a side of the other man he had not yet seen. In an instant Nick morphed into the consummate professional he clearly was—calm, collected, and in charge. While he might be speaking to a multimillionaire whose mere word could raise or ruin a man, he wasn’t cowed. “I’m not sure when I can get my rental vehicle out of the ditch and running, Jack. If it can be done this afternoon, I’ll be on my way, but I may not get back on the road until tomorrow. Apparently the blizzard hit harder out here on the prairie.” Then, after a moment of listening, “No, I’m fine. A rancher took me in for the night.