He scrolled through his contacts and found The Hartland’s number. Stared at it for a second. Two years, three months, and fourteen days and he was making a dinner reservation like it was nothing.
He called before he could think about it any further.
He exhaled when the hostess confirmed a reservation for Saturday evening. Last available table. He set the phone down and looked at it for a moment.
Now he just had to call Blair.
“She already said she would,” he muttered.
“Talking to yourself?”
He looked up. His youngest brother Case was leaning against the desk across from him.
“I am.”
“Has to be a woman or the job.” Case grinned.
“That is the truth. How’s Sydney?”
Case’s grin widened. “She’s great.”
“She’s a good person. What she did for that young woman and her horse was something special.”
“Rachel’s out at the ranch every weekend now. She loves that horse. I’m glad she got it back.” Case pushed off the desk. “I’d better get back before Dave sees me standing around.” He dropped into his chair and pulled up his computer.
Hud turned back to his own screen. He needed to find Harold White Sr.’s ex-wife and find out what she knew. He pushed back from his desk and made his way to Dave’s office, where the glass door stood propped open. He knocked on the frame.
Dave looked up. “What’s up, Hud?”
“Did you get me a room?”
Dave shuffled through the papers on his desk, then stopped. A Post-it note was stuck to the bottom of his computer screen. Hud bit back a grin.
“Here you go. Room’s ready tomorrow at two. Booked for two nights. Let me know if you needmore.”
“Am I going alone?”
Dave quirked an eyebrow. “Do you need someone to hold your hand, Agent Anderson?”
“Damn, Dave. You are one hell of a pain in the ass.” Hud grinned when Dave chuckled. “I’ll head out tomorrow morning.”
“Since you’re just talking to Roby you don’t need backup, but when you go to Kalispell I’ll send Creed with you.”
“Alright.”
Dave’s expression sobered slightly. “You be damn careful, Hud.”
“Yes, sir.”
Hud strode back to his desk, gathered his papers and tucked them into a folder.
“Heading out?” Creed asked from across the room.
“Tomorrow. Going to talk to Roby. Could you keep looking for White’s ex-wife while I’m gone?”
“Sure.”
“Good. If you find her we’ll head there once I’m back.”
