Chapter 32
CLIO
I drove to the stable and parked. I didn’t see Sam’s truck anywhere. Shit.
Shit!
I climbed out and grabbed the axle. Maybe he was in with Spirit. I peeked in the stable, but it was silent except for a knicker from a horse.
Circling around the building, I didn’t see anyone.
All was quiet.
A glance up at the main house–the alpha’s house–and I debated going to search for him there.
“May I help you?”
I jumped a foot and spun around.
Wes had snuck up on me. Damned shifters.
“Shit, you need a bell or something.”
He smiled. “Joy has said that once or twice.”
His dark gaze dropped to the trailer part then frowned. “I didn’t know we had anything to fix.”
I opened my mouth, suddenly feeling very foolish. Why didn’t he mention Sam? Why didn’t he ask how I was? Why–
“Oh, um, it’s for Sam’s trailer. He said the axle was broken when I was here last. Needed it fixed to go to the Missoula rodeo later in the month.”
He studied me. “Right. I’m sure he’ll be happy to have it repaired.”
I licked my lips and got up the nerve to ask. “Is he here?”
“No. Haven’t seen him since this morning.”
A wave of disappointment knocked me down, and I wanted to cry. I’d been so motivated to see Sam and tell him how I felt, but now that he wasn’t here, my heart hurt.
“Oh, um, okay, I guess I’ll fix it and let you get back to your work.”
“You know the way?” he asked.
I nodded. “Yeah.”
He cocked his head. “Let me know if you get lost.”
Lost? I was already lost. Lost without Sam.