Page 108 of Tangled Kisses
The call goes straight to voicemail.
“Hey, Piper, it’s Griffin,” I mutter after the beep. “Call me when you get a chance. It’s about Reese.”
No answer. No lifeline.
I shove the phone away, my jaw tightening, when I spot Capri heading toward me.
“Perfect timing,” she says, tucking her tablet under her arm. “I was just about to call you.”
“What’s up?”
“Got a small repair. The tractor’s been down with a busted belt. It shouldn’t take more than an hour, since I already have the replacement. Think you can handle it?”
“No problem.” I hesitate, then add, “Hey, have you seen Piper? I was trying to get ahold of her.”
“She’s on an overnight with a client.” Capri levels me with a look. “Why?”
“Just needed to ask her something,” I mutter.
So much for that idea.
Forty-five minutes later, I’ve got the new belt looped and tightened, grease still staining my palms, when Capri presses four hundred bucks into my hand.
“Jesus, what’s this for? It took less than an hour to install.”
“Humor me.” She folds her arms, studying me. “I make it a habit not to meddle in the personal lives of the people who work for me. But dammit, Griffin, I like you. And I like Reese too.”
Great. Just what I need. Another lecture.
I drag a hand over my head, then down my face, huffing out a breath.
“I’m worried about her,” Capri continues.
“Yeah,” I sigh. “Me too.”
“So you don’t know what’s going on with her?”
I shake my head, thumbing grease off my palms with a rag. “Best I can make out, she’s upset about her wedding and her bachelorette party. Maybe she regrets coming here. Maybe she regrets leaving her old life.”
Capri’s lips press into a thin line. “No. That’s not it.”
“Then I’m out of ideas.”
“Look, I know you were supposed to do some work at the cabin this weekend, but I need you to do me a favor.” Her eyes soften, but her tone is firm. “Reese is up at Hollow Creek. And like I said, I normally keep my nose out of this stuff. You’re all adults, you make your own choices. But I’m worried about her.”
Seems Capri knows more than I do. “What the hell is she doing in Hollow Creek?”
“All I got out of her is she’s hitting up a few bars,” Capri says, matter-of-fact. “I offered her a gun, but she said she didn’t know how to shoot it. I told her the ride up there can be a little rough in spots. That’s why I think you should go.”
I blow out a rough breath, then smack my hat against my thigh. “Wonderful. So she’ll talk to you, but not me?” Relief that she’s not running back to New York tangles with the sting that I’m still in the dark. “I don’t think she wants me around.”
Capri rolls her eyes at my statement. “I’m a pretty damn good judge of people. And I know Reese is as crazy about you as you are about her. Anybody with eyes can see that. So quit overthinking and get your ass up there.”
I shove my hands into my pockets, rocking back on my heels.
Capri gives me a playful nudge before gesturing toward the exit. “I’m your boss. Do what I say. Go get your woman.”
I nod once. “Thanks.”
