Chapter Seventeen
Baldwyn
I pulled my cell out of my pocket before I got into the truck. I wanted to hear Sloan’s voice. I’d been a bit anxious all day. But the flight home had turned up the anxiety for some reason. Speaking to her would help.
It rang once, twice, three times and then to voicemail it went. “Shit.”
I texted her that I would be home soon and she should start heading that way. My heart pounded in my chest as the anxiety level rose. Carl had been working closely with her, so I called him to see if things were okay.
“Hey, boss.”
“Hey, Carl. I’m just calling to see how the workday went for you guys.” I hoped I didn’t sound worried.
“It went fine. How’d your trip go?”
“Fine.” I wasn’t exactly sure what I wanted to ask him, but came up with something. “Was Sloan okay today
