CHAPTER
9
My grandmother would have pronounced this a fine kettle of fish. I fought to corral the mixture of emotions roiling in my empty stomach. Think. What to do? I’d had so many ups and downs the past two days I could not wrap my brain around this new problem or what to do about it. “What do you mean, you don’t know?”
“I mean, I saw him leave with them and I don’t know where they went.”
For a few seconds, I really felt like I was going to lose it. “I don’t believe this.” I pulled out my cell phone and dialed Sean’s number, only to be disappointed when it went to voicemail. “The brat is not answering.” I fired off a quick text demanding that he get his butt back to the ranch pronto. “Oh, my God,” I moaned, resting my forehead in one hand. “I cannot seem to catch a break.
