Chapter Twenty-Four
Colt’s hands tapped an erratic rhythm on the steering wheel, his foot itching to press the gas pedal to the floor. The closer he drew to Prairie, the slower the time passed. But he knew better than to push eighty in a thirty-five. Weston Tucker, Prairie’s new police chief, would happily write him a big old ticket with a smile on his face.
When they’d talked on the phone the night before, he’d informed Lydia he’d be stopping by Resolution Ranch first, before coming to see her. She’d agreed that was a good idea, but he could hear the disappointment in her voice. He’d be the first to admit, he liked it. More than a part of him had worried that she’d changed her mind after not seeing him in person for a month. They’d FaceTimed nearly every day for the duration, but that w
