Chapter Six
“Wouldn’t it be easier to just call her?”
It had been a whim to stop at her uncle Neil’s after she’d left several messages for Rhonda Walker that morning—three, to be exact, but best to keep that little bit to herself.
“I wouldn’t be here if I hadn’t done that. What can I say? No answer, and…” Katy shrugged from where she sat slumped in a black leather chair across from her uncle’s desk in his home office, which looked out over the huge yard that offered a view of the ocean. It was spectacular.
Her uncle was giving her that heavy stare before he flashed a roguelike smile that said he had figured out what she was doing. He looked like her dad in so many ways, but at the same time he was so very different. Her father was a rancher, but her uncle Neil, even dressed casually, o
