Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 103719 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 519(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103719 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 519(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
“Maybe…” He cut himself off. There wouldn’t be a harvest for him next year. “I’m glad we’re here now.”
“Me, too.”
Swinging his leg over the seat, he dismounted and put his hand into the pocket of his leather coat. He hadn’t had time to get her a proper ring yet, but he couldn’t wait. Here. Now. He was going to ask her to be his wife—and knowing his Lydia, the fact that he only had a zip tie that he’d trimmed the long end off of was going to be endearing.
“Come here,” he said. “I’ve got something to ask you—”
The vibration started up in the inside pocket of his jacket, the one that was right against his pec, but as his woman turned to him with a smile, he forgot all about the phone call.
“What do you want to know?” she asked as she came over.
While his phone continued to ring on silent, he searched her face and saw nothing but simple curiosity. She had no idea what he was about to do—
“Is your phone ringing?” she said with a frown.
“No.”
Brrrrrrrrrrr. Brrrrrrrrrr. And then things went silent. Which was a good thing as he was about to take the fucking phone out, put it on the ground, and run it over a couple hundred times with his bike.
“Oh, I thought it was—”
Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
As Lydia lifted her eyebrow, he shoved his hand inside his pocket and took the thing out. When he saw who it was, he frowned and answered.
“Cathy?” he said.
He was still getting used to calling the woman by the informal name, but then she wasn’t dressing like C.P. Phalen anymore—and she was going to be a mom. So yeah, big changes on the ol’ house front—
“Something’s happened to Gus,” came the urgent voice. “I don’t know anything other than he may have been abducted from his home. I don’t know when, I don’t know by who—but I need your help, Daniel.”
Daniel’s eyes shot to Lydia’s. “Do you have his address?”
“I’m texting it to you now, it’s about twenty-five minutes away. I’ll meet you there.”
Motioning for Lydia to come with him and get back on the bike, he remounted and said, “Bring backup with you.”
“They’re already pulling the cars around—” Cathy’s voice cracked. “It’s not Gunnar Rhobes. I just spoke to him. It’s someone else, but I don’t know—”
“We’ll find Gus. No matter who has him—I will bring that man back home if it’s the last thing I do on this earth.”
“Daniel…” Cathy’s voice broke. “I don’t know what I’ll do without him.”
“You’re not the only person who feels that way.”
As he hung up, there was a bing as the text with the address arrived.
“What’s going on,” Lydia asked as she wrapped her arms around herself.
He got the location on Google Maps and made sure he knew where he was going. “Gus. Something bad’s happened. We need to go to Plattsburgh.”
“Is he all right?”
“I have no idea.” Extending his hand out to her, he said, “We shouldn’t waste any time, okay?”
Abruptly, Lydia’s chin lowered and her eyes gleamed with a predator’s menace. “If anyone’s hurt that man?”
Daniel nodded. “It goes without saying. We take care of it.”
Lydia nodded grimly, gripped his palm, and hopped back on the bike. As her arms came around him again, he gave them a squeeze. Then he started the engine with a jump, pumped the gas—
—and tore off down the lane.
For that physician? For everything the man had done for him over the last six months?
Daniel was going to find out what the hell had happened—and with Lydia’s help, he was going to make sure if there were any wrongs to be righted…
The ledger was balanced.
The proper way.