32. Diego
Chapter Thirty-Two
DIEGO
I stared at the note taped on the door at Gemma’s yoga studio. “Classes are canceled for today. Thank you for your understanding.”
What the fuck was going on? Worry stormed through me. Gemma hadn’t replied to the text I sent after I landed and no one seemed to know where she was.
This wasn’t like her. Returning to my truck, I tapped the screen to call Daphne as soon as I was driving. “Have you heard from Gemma?”
“Uh, no,” Daphne said slowly. “I didn’t even know you were back yet.”
“I landed a half an hour ago. I went to find Gemma at her yoga studio because I figured she had an evening class, but there’s a note on the door saying classes are canceled.”
“Have you tried calling her?” Daphne asked helpfully.
“Obviously, I tried calling her. That’s why I’m calling you.”
Daphne was quiet for a few beats before offering, “I’m not sure who else to call. She lives alone. Maybe go check out at her house. I’ll try to call her too.”
I didn’t like this, not at all. Aiming my truck toward her place, I drove faster than I should to get there. Her car wasn’t there, and the house was locked. The horses eyed me from the pasture.
I paused to greet them, all of them hanging their heads over the fence for me to pet them. “Don’t suppose y’all know where she is,” I murmured.
I felt unsettled and didn’t want to drive all the way out to the resort until I knew where Gemma was. I pulled my phone out, calling again. I got her voicemail. Again.
“Gemma, it’s Diego. I tried to catch you at your yoga studio, but it says classes are canceled. I’m just checking to see if you’re okay.”