Page 152 of Wild Rose


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“Just need to make sure we’ve got it all covered.” I sigh. “You seen Rose today? Need to see what we owe for last week’s payroll.”

“Nine thousand, five hundred and two.”

I look up at him. “How could you possibly know that?”

He gives me a smug grin. “Signed off on it yesterday. Lost my favorite hoodie in the process, but I’ll manage.”

I shake my head. “I don’t understand. Today’s Thursday—”

He sits up, intrigued. “Today’s Friday. Rose came byyesterday.”

I push off my chair. “She was here? And you didn’t say anything?”

“You left. Figured you didn’t want to see her.”

“I left because Landry called and said the vet was here and I met him over by the barn.” I realize I’m shouting.

Because it’s fucking Friday.

I told her I needed one day. And I took a fucking week.

I pace the floor. No doubt she thought I left to avoid her and left Dallas to sign off instead.

“I need to go find her.”

“Wilder.” His deep voice stops me in my tracks. “I don’t think you’re going to find her.”

“Like hell I won’t.”

Ialwaysfindher.

“What difference would it make?” he shouts as I pull the door open. “Every girl you lay eyes on you compare to Bonnie.”

I don’t move.

“You screwed something up with Wesley’s sister and this poor girl is here blaming herself.”

I turn to face him. “What do you mean? What did she say?”

“Nothing I’m sure you don’t already know deep inside. You want to run yourself out of a future with someone special? You go right ahead. But not Rose. She’s too young to deal with your insecure shit.”

I glare at him and the man doesn’t even blink. “I’ll find her,” I repeat.

And chant it all the way to her cottage.

My stomach drops like a stone when I reach it minutes later and find a freshly painted golf cart parked out front.

No.No,no.

I push her unlocked door open and fly in. Wesley is in the corner of the living room, cleaning up her art supplies.

She’s not here. It feels too empty.

“Don’t worry,” he says, groaning as he pushes to his feet. “I’ll have this all cleaned up and tossed soon.”

“Where is she?” I pant.

He’s not surprised by my question. He checks his watch. “Probably over Indiana right about now.”