Chapter Eleven
Cash crossed the length of his trailer in three steps. Three steps later he was back where he’d started. He peered through the window. Kate’s trailer was dark. Where was she? Cheyenne had dropped her off hours ago. Had they gone out again and he hadn’t noticed? Maybe they’d gone into town to go dancing at the Trading Post.
But it was a Monday night. Even he knew no one hit the Trading Post on a Monday.
He shouldn’t worry. Kate was a grown woman. Twenty-four to his thirty, but old on the inside. She’d lived a fairly quiet life, considering her super-star status. Hadn’t exploited the club scene the way some of her contemporaries had. Every instinct inside him screamed that something wasn’t right.
The clock on the stove read eleven p.m. Even if she’d gone to the Trading Pos
