Dave’s nerves assaulted him all day on Thursday, because he knew Sissy wouldn’t be in her office. She wasn’t on the ranch at all, and it felt…different without her there. She’d texted him a picture of the beach a couple of hours ago, claiming she’d already made it to San Diego.
He wasn’t sure if that was true, because she’d have had to miss all the traffic between the ranch and the beach, and she had to go through LA. So missing traffic was impossible.
Maybe she’d left earlier than he’d thought. He didn’t know. What he did know was that something had changed a couple of nights ago while he dozed on her couch. When he’d awakened, she’d been gone, all the vegetables for the salad still sitting on the counter.
She’d covered her distress nicely, and Dave didn’t like that either. He tried no
