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“Where did she go?”
“I’m not sure. She seemed upset and took off in her car.”
I curse under my breath and spin on my heel, racing back to my truck.
Where could she have gone? Back to my place? I hope so. I want her to come to me when she’s upset so that I can make it better.
Annoyance eats at me that she didn’t wait for me or text me to let me know that she was done, and I promise to turn that ass red so she never does this again as soon as I’m home.
I double back past Whit’s place and turn into my driveway, but her car isn’t here.
Could I have passed her on the way here?
No, there was no one else on the road.
Why hasn’t she called me?
“Snips!” I say to myself, turning my truck around and heading back to town.
She must have gotten called into work, or maybe Mabel needed her for something. I cruise past the salon, but my stomach drops when I don’t see her car outside or her inside.
Where could she be?
I drive to the market and past Sweetie Pies and Two Men and a Griddle, but she’s nowhere in sight. I cruise past the drive-in movie theater, the motel, and the gas station, but there’s no sign of her and I’m starting to panic.
My phone buzzes and I rip it out of my pocket to see a message from Whit.
Whit:She just pulled in here.
I breakevery single speed limit to get back to the apartment. By now, the sun has long since set, and worry and anger race through my bloodstream.
I park next to her car and hurry to get out and up the stairs. I’ve never actually been to Grier’s apartment before, but I know which one is hers. I know everything about this girl.
I take the stairs two at a time to the second level and then sprint down to number two hundred and twelve.
I knock, waiting impatiently for her to answer the door. I’m pacing, trying to rehearse what I want to say to her. Maybe we need some ground rules because she clearly can’t do this to me again.
When she doesn’t answer after a minute, I try to knock again.
“Grier! Open up!” I yell, but there’s no movement on the other side of the door.
I knock again before I give up.
“Oh, fuck this,” I growl as I raise my leg and kick her door in.
The wood splinters from the contact, and I push past the pieces and inside.
“Grier!” I call, storming down the hallway and into her bedroom.
My steps falter, all of the anger leaving me as I see her curled up on her bed, sobbing.
“Grier,” I say urgently, rushing to her side.
She gasps when she sees me, tears still spilling from her blue eyes, and the sight breaks my heart.
“How did you get in here?” She asks, and I pull her into my arms.
“I kicked down your door. What’s wrong?”
