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“That will be nice.” My phone rang again, but this time it was Mom. “Hey, Mom, where in the heck are you driving off to this morning in such a rush?”
“That wasn’t me. I saw Kipton leaving this morning while your father was on the phone with Hank. I wanted to make sure she made it to you safely.”
I frowned. “She went to Blayze’s house?”
“No. I saw her heading down the access road toward the guesthouse. The one that skates along the pasture. Why would she go to Blayze’s?” Mom asked, confused.
“Um, I guess she wouldn’t. I stayed over there last night. But we saw her driving away from the guesthouse on the main road. She looked like she was heading toward town.”
“Town?”
I turned to Blayze. “Was that Kipton driving the Jeep?”
He frowned as he thought about it. “I guess it could have been.”
“Why would she be going to town this early?” Mom asked.
“Let me call her really quick.”
“Okay, and I’ll let you know when she gets back to the house.”
“Sounds good, Mom.”
After hanging up, I hit Kipton’s phone number. After three rings, it went to voicemail.
“She sent me to voicemail.”
Blayze shrugged. “Maybe she’s doing something?”
“This early in the morning? And why was she even going to the guesthouse?”
He laughed. “You were pretty wound up after last night. She most likely was, too, so I’m assuming she wanted to see you.”
I couldn’t help the smile that grew on my face.
My brother glanced over. “Damn. You really do love her, don’t you?”
“I really do. She makes me happier than I’ve ever been.” I frowned slightly, thinking about how fast Kipton was driving.
“Why are you frowning then?”
I shook my head. “I don’t know. A strange feeling just came over me…like something’s wrong.”
He motioned to my phone. “Call her again.”
Two hours later, I paced back and forth in my parents’ kitchen as I attempted to call Kipton yet again. Her phone must have been turned off, because now instead of ringing, it went directly to voicemail.
“Anything?” my mother asked as she walked into the kitchen.
Shaking my head, I said, “I’m worried, Mom.”
My cell phone rang, and I practically jumped out of my skin, then sighed when I looked at the screen. “It’s Morgan.” I clicked to accept. “Hey, have you seen or heard from Kipton?” I asked in lieu of a greeting.
“Um…no.”
Something about her tone in that brief response filled me with fear. “Morgan, what’s going on?”
“Well, when Ryan and I pulled into the parking area in the back of the store, Mom’s Jeep was here. We pulled in next to it, and just seconds later, a girl in a Honda Accord pulled up. She handed me the keys and said that Kipton left. She’d just gotten back from taking her to the airport in Missoula.”
