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And from what Este said, the dog hated anyone at the door.
Unease intensifying, I walked around the porch, checking the backyard.
Nothing.
And I’d checked when I’d driven into town.
She hadn’t been walking anywhere.
Her car was in the driveway.
She was home.
My stomach clenched, wondering if she was inside and hurt. Had she started a new project and cut herself? Was she bleeding out? Had she been on a ladder and had it knocked out from under her? Was she unconscious in there somewhere, clinging to life?
I rushed back to the front door, knocking harder.
When I got no response, I tried the knob.
My heart flipped when it turned in my hand.
And when I reached inside to flick on the light… and nothing happened.
What the fuck was going on?
“Este,” I called, reaching for my phone to turn on my flashlight. “Este?” I tried, louder.
It was just then that my torch flicked on.
And caught on a prone figure on the kitchen floor.
Not Este.
Trix.
“Trix?” I called, my voice choked.
I dropped down beside her, my hand going to her belly, feeling for a rise and fall and feeling a little bit of the tension around my heart lighten.
“It’s gonna be okay, girl,” I assured her, petting her soft fur as I scrolled to my contacts.
“What’s up?” Colter answered.
“I need you to drive to Este’s house. Right now. Then load up her dog in the SUV and drive her to an emergency vet.”
I could already hear him moving. “What’s going on?”
“I don’t know. Este is nowhere to be seen. The power is out. And Trix is out cold on the kitchen floor. Breathing but… something’s not right.”
“Do you need me to bring Saint?”
“No, let him stay there. I’m gonna call Slash.”
I could hear his bike roar to life before he hung up.
I murmured an assurance to Trix before turning and running through the house, calling out for Este.
But she wasn’t there.
