Page 58 of Major Love

Knox clears his throat. “Does she have a satellite phone?” he asks.

I exhale roughly. “I was wondering the same thing.”

He curses under his breath as I calculate what to do next.

At this point I’m hoping that she actuallyhasstood me up because the alternative to that is so much worse.

“She was going out with Casey’s wife,” I continue, flicking my indicator and taking the turn to Haven’s place. “So I’m heading to Haven’s now. Gonna see if Sunday’s crashing with her.”

Knox whistles down the line. “Haven Wells is a total knockout.”

I scan the houses and nod in agreement. “Yeah, she’s pretty hot.”

My pulse ratchets up a notch when I see imprinted tire treads left in the snow in front of Haven’s place. But the truck that Sunday has been driving is nowhere to be seen.

At least the tire treads mean that she was here at some point today, whether that was this morning when she was picking Haven up, or a couple of hours ago when she dropped her home.

I’m actually kind of hoping that they’re still out together, because it would make me less fucking worried that something bad has happened.

I pick up my phone, my eyes still trained on Haven’s front door.

“Okay, man. I’m gonna see if the girls are home. Call you later.”

And then I’m hunching out of my truck, my gaze unwavering as I trudge up Haven’s snow-covered driveway.

A snow-covered driveway with only oneset of boot prints on it.

I pound my fist against her door and curse like hell when I see her silhouette.

Haven is at home. So where the hell is Sunday?

Haven opens up the door and looks as dubious about my being here as I am.

She flicks her eyes toward my truck, where the key’s still in the ignition and the door is wide open.

And I know exactly what that look means. She was expecting Sunday to be withme.

I swipe a hand back through my hair, my chest heaving as I glance into the foyer behind her.

“Sunday here?” I ask gruffly, my nerves making my voice even deeper than usual.

Haven’s eyes widen for half a second but it’s all the answer that I need.

“Fuck,” I mutter, dropping my hand to my side, and glancing over my shoulder to where her tire treads could potentially lead.

“She didn’t tell you?” Haven asks, her light rasping voice pulling my attention back to her face.

Knox is right – Haven’s an attractive woman. No wonder Casey goes all caveman the second that he’s back in Phoenix Falls.

“Tell me what?” I ask.

“That Tuck got a temperature, so we couldn’t join her on the trail this morning.”

I stare down at her without blinking, hoping that I didn’t just hear her correctly.

“What do you mean ‘join her’?”

Haven crosses her arms over her chest, her brow lifting a millimetre as we stare each other out.

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