Page 36 of Sara’s Dom (The Doms of Madison County)

His ranch manager came around the corner. “Everything okay, Boss?”

Grant nodded.

“Have you talked to her yet?”

Grant set his forehead on the horse’s back and shook his head. “No. I haven’t heard a word from her, and every hour that goes by, I get lower.”

“Have you tried to call her?” Brian asked.

“No. I told her I’d give her time.”

“I don’t know a lot about women, but I’d guess she’d still want you to check in with her.”

“I don’t want to fuck up any more than I already have,” Grant said.

“Women are wonderful creatures, but we’ll never understand how their minds work. I actually think it would scare the shit out of us,” Brian said and smiled.

Grant snorted.

“You can’t keep getting drunk and then trying to work the next day. You know you have to have your mind on what you’re doing, or you’ll get hurt.”

“Yeah, I know. I can’t sleep without the alcohol.”

“I am ninety-nine percent sure that woman will forgive you. She looks at you like you’re her whole world. I can’t see her leaving you because she loves you so much.”

“God, I hope so. I don’t know what I’d do without her.”

“Go see her. Just tell her you wanted to make sure she was okay or something.”

Grant thought about it a moment. “I’ll try.”

“Good luck.”

“Call if you need me,” Grant said.

“I will.”

Grant watched Brian walk away, patted the horse on his neck, and put the brush away before getting into his truck and driving over to Sara’s.

He knew she wasn’t there before he saw that her car was gone. The place seemed dull and lifeless without her in it. He stood with his hands on his hips and turned in a circle. If he hadn’t had his own ranch, he would have been very happy to live on this acreage with Sara.

The thought that she might not want to sell her home and live with him kept creeping into his mind. Then what would they do? He wiped a hand down his face. Jesus, his gut felt like it was tied in knots, and the sensation grew as time went on.

He tried her phone again and then cursed when it went to voicemail.

“When I get my hands on you…” he growled.

He made his way to his truck and drove away. He decided to call Macy, one of the owners of the club he joined. He’d become friends with all of them, and he respected every one of them.

“What?” Macy answered.

Grant rolled his eyes. “Hello to you, too. I need some advice.”

“I’m at the store. Do you want to meet at the café on First Street?” Macy asked.

“Yeah. I’ll head there now.”

Jace pulled up and saw Macy already had a booth and was waiting.

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