No. The way she’d picked up that rose. The way she’d looked at it, then at him with understanding. But she didn’t understand anything.
He went home, showered, dressed, and headed to work, his mind circling the issues. There were things he needed to take care of. Meetings to cancel or reschedule. Hannah would need him this week and he’d be there. And he’d do something about this damn land requisition. He wondered what the city’s stance would be now, after the fire.
But more than anything was the way they’d left things. He couldn’t let her think…whatever it was she thought about Tracy, because that wasn’t it. He loved her. He loved Hannah. He’d known it, wasn’t sure why the words hadn’t come out sooner. Maybe because he’d fought it for so long.
At the last second he turned right instead of left toward the city. Screw it. He’d see her now.
—
Stephen parked his truck and got out, the smell of charred wood hitting him in the face. Seeing it in the light of day was…not worse, but sadder. What had once been serene now looked like a mini–war zone. The front of the barn was open to the elements, the roof partially gone. After the scene last night he was surprised by how much of the structure still stood.
The ground he walked across was marred and torn by heavy fire truck wheels. The paddock fence to the right of the barn was partially broken by the same. Winnie came across the lower pasture, blond mane and tail blowing around her caramel body. Thank God she hadn’t been hurt.
He imagined Hannah out there, flying across the field, her hair flowing behind her. A white light against the backdrop of the world, and yet sometimes…she seemed barely there, like she could blend right into the sunset. Like if he blinked she could be gone. He knew what it was to blink and someone be gone. He leaned his forearms against the wooden rail, dropping his head with the weight of the thought. He didn’t want to lose again.
“Hey.”
Stephen whipped around to find Luke, wearing a tool belt and carrying a two-by-four.
“You looking for Hannah?”
“Well, I’m sure as hell not looking for you,” Stephen said, joking.
Luke grinned. “I figured. She’s not here. She went to the hospital to check on Lexie.”
Of course. If he’d thought, he’d have known she’d be at the hospital. But he’d wanted to see her now. Wanted to touch her and hold her now. “You need some help?”
“From you, playboy? You’re dressed for a boardroom, not a barn.”
“Yeah.” He smiled down at his black suit pants, his dress shoes. “I just…”
“Wanted to see her. I get it.”
Stephen nodded.
“She just texted me she was going by the feed store. Should be back in a couple of hours.”
Stephen glanced at his watch. He wanted to talk to her, ached to tell her how he felt, but he also needed to touch base with Dave before his partner caught a plane. “Tell her I came by and I’ll be back. Tell her I had to take care of something but I need to talk to her.”
“Sure, man. Or you could call her.”
He could, but…damn, he wanted to see her. Look in her eyes. Besides, he had a few more things to take care of. “This needs to be done in person.”
Luke shrugged. “Whatever.”
—
“Hey, man. What’s up?” Dave poked his head in the doorway to Stephen’s office.
Stephen pushed aside the contract he’d been trying to review as Dave entered. “Hey.”
“You look like shit. Again.”
“There was a fire last night at Hannah’s barn.”
“Damn. Was anyone hurt?”
“Lexie, a woman who works at the barn. They both went in to get the horses.” He shook his head. “I think she’s going to be okay. Severe smoke inhalation. She’s in the hospital.”
“And Hannah?”
“She’s fine. Shaken, but fine.”
Dave nodded slightly like he was taking in the information. “The horses?”
“All survived. Thank God.” Because that would have killed her.
“Hmm. Well, that’s too bad. Listen, I need to talk to you about the Carson-Maxwell deal. They’re not quite ready to move, but I think if I gave them more numbers, worked some projections maybe three additional years out, they’d come on board.”
“I don’t know.” Stephen blinked at the sudden subject change. “Give me a couple of days to look into it.”
“I’m on it and it needs to be done now.”
“I said I’d look into it,” he countered with more heat than he’d meant. Fuck. “Sorry. I’ve got a lot going on right now.”
“Yeah, I can see that.”
Frustrated, he tapped the keyboard, suddenly remembering another meeting he needed to cancel. He hammered out an email for Dee before realizing Dave was still standing there. And staring at him. “Was there something else?”
“Was there something else?” Dave’s face twisted. “Was there something else? I’m your partner, not your fucking assistant that you dismiss when you’re busy.”
“I didn’t mean it like that.”