Say You Won't Let Go Google(23)

The ranch phone rings before she can say anything back.

“Townsend Ranch.” She looks at me, saying, “Yes, he’s here. Sure, may I ask who’s callin’?” Her brow furrows as she listens, but then the confusion lifts and she grins. “Wade Rycroft? Is that you? It’s Presley!”

I put my hand out for the phone, but she spins around and starts rambling. If Wade is calling, something’s wrong. Digging in my pockets for my phone comes up short. Shit.

“Tell me about what you’ve been up to? Are you datin’ anyone? What about your brothers? I heard you joined the Army? Was it cool?”

This conversation will last forever, and I need to know why he called. I go in search of my cell phone and finally find it in the kitchen. Sure enough, I have two missed calls. Both from him.

My sister continues talking, giving him exactly zero chances to cut in. He may be a former Green Beret and highly trained in all kinds of things, but Presley studied under my mother. He’s screwed.

I dial his phone, and I hear her agree to whatever he says.

“Jesus Christ.” Wade sighs as he comes on the line. “I swear she was interviewing me for a potential wife.”

“She’s bored and thinks everyone should be as happy as she is.” I chuckle. However, I really don’t care about Presley and his conversation. “I saw you called. Is Emily okay?”

“Of course she’s okay. I told you that nothing will happen to her.”

I breathe a sigh of relief. “Well, something happened if you’re callin’.”

“She got another bouquet of flowers.”

“Fuck.”

“I intercepted it and have my guys looking into it. We’re checking with the shop that it came from to see if we can get a description of the sender or a name. I don’t expect much since there’s been no traces before, but what made me call was that the letter was more aggressive. It talked about how they’d find a way to each other. I’m going to analyze the language more and get to the bottom of it. Thought you’d still want to know,” Wade explains.

This guy who’s after her is getting out of hand. I can’t keep sitting around here knowing someone is after her. “Does she know?”

“No. I didn’t want to rattle her. Emily is safe, but you need to know that this asshole is only going to get bolder. I didn’t tell her, but the more aware she is, the better.”

“I know. I think we keep this from her for now. No need to get her worked up until we have answers.” The selfish part of me wants to tell her and have her come here. We could spend our days together and make love all night. The other half of me knows that wouldn’t be what’s right for her.

I know what it’s like to have your choices stripped from you.

“Luke is talking about extending the tour,” Wade says. “He’s thinking of adding another two weeks on.”

“Talkin’ about it or doin’ it?” I ask as I run my hand down my face.

“No idea. I only know because one of the other security guys heard it.”

When we talked yesterday, she sounded like the girl I’ve always known. She was happy about her performance and that one of the radio hosts made an effort to talk to her. They were looking at her coming on his morning show, which is the break she’s been waiting for. So, I’m not sure that telling her about this is a good idea.

I close my eyes and lean against the counter. “If something else shows up, then I’ll tell her.”

“It’s your call, Coop.” I hear the grit in his voice. “I’ll let you know if anything else happens.”

“Thanks.”

We disconnect the call, and I grapple with my decision. Emily’s safety is first and foremost, but she was freaked out last week to the point she almost couldn’t go on stage. My gut says that Wade can handle it and if he was concerned, he would have told her right then.

Still, if anything happens to her, I’ll never forgive myself.





They extended the tour for two more months.

Not two weeks.

Two fucking months.

“I’m sorry, Coop.” Emily’s face is full of sorrow. I hate this shit. There’s no way to hide the disappointment from my face.

Her blue eyes swim with tears on my screen. “Don’t cry, baby. We’ll figure it out.”

“I just can’t quit on this tour. It would be career suicide,” she says, tucking her hair behind her ear.

She’s so beautiful. All I want right now is to touch her, taste her, love her, but I have to wait.

The farm experienced a huge blow this week. Someone cut the fence, and we lost about a third of our herd. If I didn’t have to talk to another investigator today and insurance adjuster tomorrow, I would be on a plane right now.

“And I can’t come to you.”

She rests her cheek on her fist. “Any luck on the herd?”

“No. Trent hasn’t really had a crime since he’s been the sheriff so he’s no help.”

Emily laughs. “I’m sure he’s all excited to do some real police work.”

“Well, if he can call it that.”

He tries his best, but I’m thinking he got his training from watching cop shows on television. Even Wyatt makes fun of his brother half the time. I know finding whoever did it is a long shot, but replacing a third of the herd is going to cost me a fortune. Hopefully, our insurance will cover most of it.