“Two, you are going to have more groveling to do than you thought, thanks to that text you sent today.” Apollo snorted. “What the hell were you thinking?”
I frowned. “What text?”
“What text?” Apollo rolled his eyes. “I literally told you multiple times to just leave it alone. I would handle it. And I almost had it handled, but then I got that bulletin from the local media in Sawtooth. But no, you couldn’t trust me.”
“We have no idea what you’re talking about, darling,” Dru said to Apollo.
“Well, this should give you a reminder.” He tossed his phone at me.
I frowned when I read the text. “Who sent that?”
Apollo sighed. “You did, buddy.”
I was already shaking my head. “I most certainly did not.”
“You did,” Apollo replied, more forcefully this time. “Don’t believe me, check your phone.”
I looked at my phone and said, “It’s dead.”
“Well, undead it.” Apollo pointed at the charger.
I plugged it in, and for two agonizing minutes, I waited for it to boot up and allow me to check my messages.
When I saw that I had, indeed, sent the message, my stomach dropped.
“I didn’t mean to send that.”
“It was sent with Siri,” Dru pointed out.
“Was it?” Apollo looked. “Huh. Who did you call crazy then?”
I thought back to our day and… “I called her crazy when she tried to take my sandwich earlier.”
“Ah,” Apollo said. “Well, you can head back home. I think you might need to do damage control. We’ll be along tomorrow.”
I didn’t ask him twice.
I also didn’t bother to gather any of my things other than my phone.
I was halfway down the driveway to the SUV we’d rented when Dru called, “Tell her I want to meet her!”
I looked at her over my shoulder as I reached for the door handle of the SUV. “I have to convince her not to hate me first.”
I spent six solid hours battling snow and closed highways by the time I made it back home.
Home.
If you’d asked me six months ago, I would’ve said those words would never grace my lips when it came to Sawtooth. Home was Texas. Always would be.
Yet, here I was, thinking about it as the one place I wanted to be.
I pulled up into Mable’s yard and noted two vehicles that had to belong to Cody and Birdee.
I only knew they belonged to them due to the fact that the three women were now peering out the window staring at me in shock.
An alert sounded from my phone, and I absentmindedly hit the button that would read the message to me.
“One message from Apollo,” the electronic voice droned. “Read message?”
