It was evening by the time Lucas pulled into the driveway, just as another car was easing in behind him. He barely had time to kill the engine before Alaric stepped out of his own car, a white lab coat slung over one shoulder, his phone gripped tightly in his hand.
Although Alaric had also taken a day off like Roxie, he’d had to rush into the animal clinic when one of his clients called to tell him their pregnant dog was in labour and distressed. Whatever had happened, Lucas figured it had taken hours to fix because the man looked exhausted.
That didn’t stop Lucas from asking him, though. “Have you heard from her?”
Alaric shook his head. “Nothing. I tried calling twice more on the way here.” His brow creased, concern in every line. “You?”
“No,” Lucas said, already striding toward the
