Sawyer hated eating by himself after having Jeri with him for the past couple of months. But she’d left the ranch—he knew, because the car that usually sat in her driveway was gone.
It had been gone when he’d finished his chores and returned to his cabin, as had all of her personal belongings in his cabin. He’d stopped in the doorway of the bedroom, noticing how stark and square everything was without her jewelry on the dresser or her clothes hanging in his closet.
His closet.
HisJust his.
He’d just taken a bite of Swedish meatballs when his phone rang. His heart thumped out a beat of adrenaline when he saw Jeri’s name. He swallowed his food while it was still too big, making his throat rebel in protest.
But he was able to say, “Hello,” before the call went to voicemail.
“Okay, so we
