“She’s in the house,” he interrupted in an angry voice that I’d never heard from Asher before. “Do you have your damn phone? You didn’t answer my calls.”
Okay, he was really, really mad.
Maybe he had a right to be angry.
I really should have found a way to let him know that I was looking for Lucky.
Damn cat!
I probably should have known that she wouldn’t go far, but I was relieved that she was home.
She’d been basking in the heat of the house while I was out here searching for her.
It didn’t take long for us to get to the house.
“I’m sorry,” I said as the lights of the house came into view. “I should have called you. I have my phone. I silenced it earlier because you were in a meeting and I was close by your office for a while. I didn’t want to disturb you.”
I’d forgotten to turn the ringer back on.
Silence.
Asher didn’t say a word until he came to stop right in front of the front porch.
“Get in the house and get warm and dry,” he ordered as he helped me slowly lower and get my feet on the ground.
He waited until I opened the front door and then headed to the barn.
I brushed the snow off my jeans and closed the door. I put my outdoor clothing away in the closet. Nothing was damp except for my exterior layer of clothing, so it wasn’t necessary for me to change.
I wandered into the living room and stood in front of the fireplace, absorbing the warmth.
Lucky greeted me with an enthusiasticmeow, but she didn’t bother to get off her bed.
Apparently, my feline was tired from her adventure outdoors.
I let out a sigh, hoping that Asher would get over his anger.
I had a nice dinner that was ready to put in the oven, and I was a little nervous about our discussion later.
Yes, I should have contacted him.
We were always courteous about things like that.
If our situations were reversed, I would have been concerned about his whereabouts in this nasty weather.
Especially if he wasn’t answering his phone.
Dammit!
I wished I would have remembered to turn my ringer back on.
I could have avoided getting him this upset.
I heard the front door close loudly, and Asher appeared in the living room an instant later.
The look on his face was ominous as he asked, in what sounded like a barely controlled tone of voice, “First, are you okay? Are you cold? Are you dry?”
Crap!He’d been worried sick, and I hated myself for that.
