Saved by the Rancher

chapter Thirty-One


Ten weeks later . . .

DAVID TAPPED HIS fingers on the cherry wood armrest and leaned back into the soft leather seat. His private jet sat on the San Francisco airport tarmac, waiting for clearance to take off. His cell phone vibrated in his coat pocket, reminding him to turn it off for the flight. He checked the caller ID first. A zing of excitement shot through him. This was the overdue call he’d been waiting for.

“Tell me you found her?” No other response was acceptable. He’d made his wishes clear and the people he hired either did their job, or didn’t have one.

“She set up several trusts under a business name we’ve confirmed belongs to her. I’ve emailed you the details. She’s in Colorado. A town called Hidden Springs, living on a horse ranch. It’s isolated, but accessible. There’s one problem.”

“She’s still there, isn’t she?”

“Yes, but she has guards spread over the property, watching her house and another.”

David heard the hesitation in the man’s voice. “Tell me everything.”

“She’s living with a man, the owner of the ranch.”

David’s fingers clamped around his phone and a flush of red-hot rage rushed through his veins. Dismissing the need to be in New York for an important business meeting, he ordered the pilots, “Change of plans, take me to Hidden Springs, Colorado.”