CHAPTER FOURTEEN
That evening, Ry attended the concert, one of the many events put on in conjunction with the racing. The music had people on their feet dancing, but he couldn’t stop thinking about Brynn. He hoped things were going well with her mom and her recovery because she’d been moving slow at the hotel. He kept checking his cell phone to see if she needed something.
No texts or calls arrived. That should have been a good sign, except not hearing from her made him miss her more. He wasn’t used to missing anyone. Well, except their family dog, Cocoa.
“Hear from Brynn?” Taylor asked.
He shoved his phone in his pocket. “No. Brynn’s with her mom.”
Sam snickered. “If she was that into you, she’d be texting. Mom or not.”
“Brynn’s injured.” Chas stood behind Taylor and pulled her agai
