“Weston,” my brother calls out.
I find him in the bedroom, sitting on the end of the bed. There’s a piece of paper in his hands and a distraught look on his face.
“What's that?” I ask carefully, knowing I’m not going to like the answer.
He looks up at me with heavy eyes. “She’s gone.”
“What?” I growl.
“She left this morning.” He hands over the note. I snatch it from his hand and read every word carefully.
By the time I’m done, my hands are shaking. I feel like someone shoved their fucking hand into my chest and ripped out my heart.
“She just fucking left.” My voice feels hollow, my head swimming with too many damn emotions. My pulse quickens, my breathing deep and labored as hurt and anger fill me. “She didn’t even say goodbye!”
With a roar of fury, I swipe my arm across the dresser, sending the cups of coffee flying.
“Weston!” my brother shouts through the ringing of my ears. “Stop it.”
Swinging my narrowed eyes over too, I get in his face. “She fucking left us, Wyatt! Aren’t you fucking pissed?”
“Of course I am.” His nostrils flare. “But you read her letter. She left for our little sister, so she didn’t get charges pressed against her. She didn’t leave because she didn’t want us, she said she cared about us deeply. She left because she thoughtit was the best option for everyone. That has to make up for something…right?”
“She’s wrong.” My shoulders deflate, anger leaving me, replaced with this crippling feeling of hopelessness. “We could have helped her. She should have let us talk to her.”
Grabbing my phone, I bring up her name.
“What are you doing?”
Pressing the contact, I hit the call button and bring the phone up to my ear. “I’m calling her. She needs to know we will work through this. Hadley won’t care about the charges, not if it means Emma has to go home. And with that fucking piece of shit!”
The phone doesn’t even ring before it goes to voicemail.
“Shit,” I hiss, ending the call and trying again. Same results. I wait until it allows me to leave a message.
“Red, it’s Weston. Baby, don’t do this. Don’t leave like this. Get your sexy ass back here and let's talk about this. We can work through anything, okay, just, fuck–” I run a hand through my hair, grabbing it at the roots and tugging. “Just come home.”
Hanging up the phone, I storm toward the front door.
“Where are you going?” Wyatt calls out after me.
“To get our woman. She can’t have been gone long. If we go now, we can get to the airport before she leaves.”
I’m halfway to the truck when Wyatt grabs my arm, pulling me to a stop. He shoves his phone in my face.
“The flight left already. That's probably why she’s not answering. It’s a short flight. When she lands, we can call again. We can tell her she shouldn’t have left. You're right, we could have worked this out. But there’s nothing we can do about this now. All we can do is wait.”
“How are you not more fucking pissed?” I seethe.
“Oh, I’m pissed, so damn pissed. Not at her, though. She’s doing what she thinks is right and I fucking love her for it. I just wish she would have let us help.”
“Hadley is going to hate herself if she finds out Emma left to protect her,” I sigh heavily, leaning against the truck.
“I know.” Wyatt takes the position next to me.
“We can’t lose her, Wyatt. I love her, so fucking much it hurts. I don’t care that it’s only been two weeks. My heart and soul know she's the one.”
He gives me a sad look. “I feel exactly the same, brother. She’s it for me. I can see myself spending the rest of my life with her. Round and pregnant with our babies running around the ranch. We will get her back. She cares about us, Weston. We’ll make her see reason.”