Ace strollsin with a glass of water for each of us. “Beau got back, he’s in the stables with Wyatt and Jerry,” he says bluntly.
I nod with a grunt. “Nice of him to say hello,” I mumble.
I don’t have the capacity to deal with his moods today. Instead, I glance at the time and my stomach knots.
Something is gnawing at me as I check my phone again. She read my texts. She was typing for a second.
Then silence.
Her flight would have landed. Half an hour ago. No text. No check-in. I know Lola is pissed at me, but she isn’t malicious. She isn’t someone who intentionally hurts.
So, I do something I didn’t want to do. I pull up her phone tracker. I frown, zooming in on the flashing dot. Still at the airport in Arizona.
Shaking my head, I hit dial. It rings until her voicemail hits, and my blood pressure rises. I try again. And again. Nothing.
“Ace. I gotta bad feeling,” I say, looking up at him.
“Why?” he asks cautiously.
“Her location is still showing at the airport here. She ain’t answering. She never replied. We need to go there and check it out.”
Ace scratches his head. “Call Violet, make sure she’s not heard from her. She might just be waiting for a flight and ignoring your calls.”
I take a breath and hit dial.
She answers on the second ring, and I don’t give her a chance to even say hello. “Is Lola with you?”
“What? No. Isn’t she on a plane to New York? What’s going on?”
“Has she called you? Texted? Anything?” I try to keep the panic out of my voice.
“No… Hunter, she told me she was headed to the airport. That was it. What’s going on?”
“She hasn’t contacted me since Beau dropped her off. Her flight’s landed, and she’s not responding.”
I hear the worry creep into Violet’s voice. “Maybe her phone died?”
“Yeah. Maybe. Let me know if you hear anything,” I tell her, not wanting to add to her worry, and explain the tracker that I have. If the phone were dead, it wouldn’t be flashing green.
I hang up and pull up the location tracker on her phone. The dot is at the airport, and it hasn’t moved since Beau dropped her off over three hours ago.
I glance up at Ace, who has the same worried look on his face that I feel deep inside my bones.
“I’m going to the airport,” I say, grabbing my gun from the side cabinet.
Ace is on my tail as I snatch my truck keys. But then I come to a halt when the front door opens, and Beau walks in.
He sets his keys on the counter and opens the fridge and opens up the fridge to grab a beer.
“Did Lola tell you what flight she was getting?” I ask.
He slowly closes the refrigerator, flicks off the cap, and turns to me, leaning on the counter. “No. We didn’t speak. Your wife don’t like me much, Hunter.”
I resist rolling my eyes. “Nothing at all?”
He shrugs, chugging his beer. “Why? What’s going on?”
“Lola hasn’t texted me. Her phone is still showing at the airport. The flight I assumed she would have got on has already landed. Something ain’t adding up.”