Page 93 of This Time Around
“Come on.Let’s get you to bed.”He turned me and shoved me toward the house.
“Not possible,” I muttered, but my head was on my brother’s shoulder and I was stifling a yawn.Shit, I was damn tired and my eyes already felt like I’d scrubbed them with sandpaper.“Who would do this?Shoot my cows?”
“You don’t know that’s what happened.”
“Yeah, well my money’s on the Jeffersons.Those assholes have been after me to buy the land since Mom and Dad died.Samuel has said more than once to me a woman can’t handle the work alone.”
“Those assholes are still bitter you’d never date Gavin, but that doesn’t mean anything.Could have been idiot high school kids, or like they said, even the Whitmans shooting a coyote.”
“They would have called.”
“Yeah.Probably.”He opened the door to the house and pressed me through, his hand on my lower back.“Go on up to bed.I’ll close up down here and I’ll take my old room.”
I was too tired to argue.Not that I would.The last thing I wanted was to be here alone.
“Thanks for coming, Jordan,” I said, my hand on the railing and pulling my leaden feet up the stairs.Every step felt like it was harder than the one before and in the last few minutes, my legs had gone heavy.Damn, maybe I would be able to sleep.
“Always.”
I went to my room and stripped off my jeans, the thunk of my phone hitting the floor snagged my attention.I should at least charge it.
I bent down, grabbed it, and when it fell it must have turned my home screen on.
I scrubbed my eyes, hoping like hell I didn’t see what I thought, but yup.
You’re not calling and I’m fucking worried.
Call me, damn it.
Hopping on the redeye.
Be there in the morning.
Crap.He’d sent the last two texts at two o’clock my time which meant he’d be showing up right around the same time as the officers returned.
“Whatever,” I grumbled and slid into bed.I plugged my phone in, turned off the ringer, and I was asleep moments after my head hit the pillow.
