Page 16 of His Ex's Little Sister
“It’s going to have to be early. Mason will wantanswersfast.”
“Works for me,” I tell Leo, giving him a head nod before I return tomySUV.
Climbing inside, I send a text to let Geoff, the technician, know I’m on my way over. He reminds me that I have remote access via my laptop, so we agree that I’ll head home while he queues up the footage. It’ll be a long night, but at least I can get this work done from the comfort of my place. The last thing I need is another all-nighter in the office. Ending the call, I start the engine, flip on one of my preset XM radio stations, and start my thirty-minute drive along the ranch’s semi-deserted back road that leads to thehighwayhome.
Something about a country western ballad that comes on reminds me of that sad, angry song Robin sang. Maybe it’s the chords, or the slight edge to the vocalist’s voice. As I listen to the lyrics of this song that’s playing, the mystery of Robin’s anger toward me surfaces again. She was hiding something. Even with her revelation about Danielle’s depression, I can’t shake the feeling that there has to be something I’m missing. At this point, there’s only one of two ways that I’ll get past the wall of secrecy that Robin has erected. I can either let it be, or confront the source. Danielle will have some answers. In the meantime, it is whatitis.
If I can just stop bumping into Robinaroundtown.
Or her blue Chevy Silverado, which I see parked on the side of the road a few hundred feet upahead.
Making some progress on this string of fires should be the only thing on my mind right now, but as it turns out, I can more or less balance twopreoccupations.
