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Chapter Twenty-Four
The group returned to the ranch two hours from when they’d started. The guests couldn’t say enough about the lunch Beth and Abigail had packed for everyone or the scenery, including a beautiful waterfall.
Most opted to rest a while. The majority of women had signed up for Daisy’s jewelry making class, while the men wanted to learn how to throw a rope.
The demographics were different than any of the previous weeks. No one was under eighteen. It didn’t change the activities much, but did allow Gage to include one or two more challenging events.
Sam couldn’t find it in herself to get too caught up in the activities for the final week. As always, she did whatever was needed to make the time special for the guests.
She had too much on her mind and no time to sort it all out. Miguel still hadn’t appeared. Neither had Logan. No phone calls or texts. He hadn’t stopped by or tried to set up something for the coming weekend.
Sam told herself it didn’t matter. They were both busy. For whatever reason, the thought didn’t soothe the strange ache in her chest.
“Silly,” she murmured while storing the tack from another trail ride.
“What’s silly?” Daisy stopped beside her, dressed as if she were going on a date.
“Wow. You look terrific.”
“Thanks, and don’t change the subject. What’s silly?”
“Nothing, really.”
“Must be something if you’re talking to yourself.”
Sam started walking toward the large double barn doors, Daisy right beside her. “I haven’t heard from Logan in several days. We’re both busy, so it seems silly to let it bug me.”
“I can tell you it bothered me when Wyatt went several days without calling or texting.”
“So, it doesn’t seem odd to you?”
“Not at all. That doesn’t mean you shouldn’t wonder about it. Have you tried to contact Logan?”
Sam’s brows drew together. “No. He’s always the one to call me.”
“Excuse me, but the world has evolved. It’s okay for a woman to contact her fiancé.”
“I know…”
“Maybe he’s waiting to hear from you.”
“You think so?”
“Hey, I’m no expert, but what would it hurt to call him? If you don’t want to call, then text him.”
“What if he doesn’t respond?”
“Then you’ll know there’s something wrong. That’s when you drive up the road and find him.” Daisy checked her phone. “It’s time to retrieve Reese from Grandma Margie.” She placed a hand on Sam’s shoulder. “I’m sure it’s nothing. As you said, he’s as busy as you.”
“Thanks, Daisy.”
“Anytime.” She waved as she jogged toward the main lodge.
Sam walked to the large corral used for demonstrations. Setting up another activity, she thought about Daisy’s advice. She’d become complacent in the relationship with Logan. He always contacted her. Almost every day.
Taking a break, she walked toward the barn, tugging her phone from a pocket. Staring at it for several seconds, she wrote a brief text. Her thumb hovered over the send icon for another few seconds before she tapped it.
Logan heard the signal of a text had arrived. He ignored it, figuring the message came from one of the ranch hands or possibly his brother. Quinn knew he was knee deep in freeing a calf from a mudhole the animal had slidden into. He’d finish, clean up, and check the text.
