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Not when he knew he’d broken her heart.
“Okay.” Cam nodded again. “You hear about her accident?”
“Mom’s?” Michael frowned.
Cam grinned. “Nah, I meant Grace. She fell off her horse.”
It was like somebody had hit him in the chest. The air rushed out of him. “What? Is she okay? What happened?”
“There was a lot of blood, according to Logan. He wanted to take her to the doc to get her checked out, but she refused.”
Michael stood without thinking. Started pacing the room. “Logan should have made her. Where is she now? Is somebody with her?”
“I don’t know.” Cam gave him a strange look. “I didn’t ask. I was just making conversation.”
“Somebody should know. She might be hurt.” Pulling his phone from his pocket, Michael pulled up her contact, pressing the little phone symbol next to her name. He needed to talk to her. Needed to make sure she was okay. He felt sick at the thought of her being in pain.
It rang twelve times before he accepted she wasn’t picking up. It didn’t go to voicemail either. So he tapped a message out, asking her to call him when she got the chance.
“She’s not answering,” he said, more to himself than to Cam.
“Are you surprised?” Cam asked him. “Didn’t you break it off with her?”
“Yeah. But…” He blew out a mouthful of air. “Doesn’t mean I don’t care.”
“You think she knows that?”
“Where’s Mom?” Michael asked, ignoring Cam’s question.
“In the kitchen.”
Michael nodded and strode toward the kitchen door, pushing it open to find his mom sitting at the breakfast bar, a book in her hand.
She looked up and smiled at him. “You moved off the sofa.”
“Yeah. Ah, look. Did you know about Grace’s accident?”
His mom nodded. “I think it looked worse than it was. Becca said there was blood everywhere.”
“Becca was with her?” Michael asked. At least that was something.
His mom nodded.
“And is she with her now?”
It was his mom’s turn to give him a strange look. “I’ve no idea.”
He leaned on the table, catching her eye. “Can you call her and ask?”
Tipping her head to the side, his mom frowned at him. “Why would I do that?”
“Because Grace isn’t answering my calls. I need to know that she’s okay.”
His mom pulled her lip between her teeth like she was trying to decide how to respond.
Then Sabrina walked through the back door. “Hi,” she called out, warm air rushing in behind her. “What’s going on?”
“Grace got hurt. I want to make sure she’s doing all right.” He turned his attention to Sabrina. “Can you call her?”
