Page 187 of The Billion Heirs Boxed Set
Miles, I’m at my father’s. You’re not going to believe what I—
Damn. Instead of hitting the space key I hit send. Sheesh.
I continue the text, but then I jerk and drop my phone onto the floor among the ashes and butts.
The knob on the front door is turning.
Slowly.
I look up and swallow hard. Oh shit.
25
MILES
I pull out my phone to try Sadie again and—
Damn! I’ve had my ringer off since this morning. And I have a missed call and a text from Sadie. Thank fuck! I’m not sure I realized how worried I was until the cement block rises from my shoulders.
Miles, I’m at my father’s. You’re not going to believe what I–
The text stops. And she didn’t leave me a voicemail.
The cement block is back, and it’s heavier than ever this time.
Why the hell is she back at her father’s place? He clearly had no interest in her.
Why would she send an unfinished text?
From there?
My heart races. This can’t be good news.
We’ve just arrived back at the ranch after lunch, and I’m getting ready to go check on the tractor Chance wanted me to look at.
The tractor will have to fucking wait.
My woman needs me. I feel it in my bones. No way would she leave me a half-assed text and nothing else.
Without bothering to tell my brothers, I race outside, scramble into my truck, and plug in the GPS coordinates from yesterday’s visit to Curt Hopkins.
I make a quick call to 911 and then I gun it out of town.
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SADIE
My father walks in, wearing jeans, a red and black flannel shirt, and holding a bright yellow hard hat. He looks me over, clearly not happy to see me. “What the hell are you doing back here?”
“Can’t a daughter visit her father two days in a row?” I ask, sarcasm lacing my tone.
“I checked you out, Sadie Jane Hopkins,” he says. “You’re a fucking cop.”
“I never hid that fact. You’re my father. I assumed you knew.”
“How the hell would I know?” he snaps. “You know I don’t like cops.”
“Uh…you’re my father. Shouldn’t a father know what his child does for a living?”
