The next morning, Rae set an alarm on her phone for five p.m. before she even got out of bed. She was determined to leave when the alarm went off. Leave the rec center. Leave whatever work she hadn’t finished. Leave town and get out to Steeple Ridge, where Ben said he’d have Capone saddled and ready to ride.
Her day started hectic when she arrived at the rec center to find emergency vehicles filling the circle drive. A firefighter had over-exerted himself on the stair climber, she discovered after making it past the yellow tape and down to her office.
She had trophies to order for the soccer teams, and seventeen team managers to call about next weekend’s baseball tournament. The schedule had been posted for a few weeks, and Rae checked it to make sure the most updated version had populat
