Unbridled (Redford Ranch #4)

39. Dallas

DALLAS

Sandy won’t answer me.

She won’t answer my calls or texts.

She won’t answer her front door.

She won’t answer my screams.

I let out a bloodcurdling cry, banging my fists against the front door of the house.

“Open the fucking door!” I scream.

But no one comes.

Then I collapse against the pavement, barely feeling the arms that attempt to break my fall.