Page 30 of See It Through
“Yeah, that makes sense. Maybe it’s time for someone else to record history,” Jesse replied.
Caleb crouched in front of his son and ruffled his hair. “You’re too damn smart, you know that?”
Jesse’s chin rose proudly. “No such thing.”
I chuckled. “He’s got a point there, Cay.”
Caleb’s grin grew serious after a moment of surveying me. “Have you been to the doctor lately?”
“I actually have an appointment in Denver tomorrow. I was thinking I’d return the rental car while I’m there. You know if there’s any kind of shuttle that’ll bring me back? I’ll drive Graham’s truck the rest of the time I’m here, but—”
“You don’t need a shuttle. I just talked to Hannah while I was in the house getting your ice. She’s seeing clients out that way tomorrow. She can bring you back.”
I winced. “It’s more than a two-hour drive. I doubt she is going to volunteer to do me any favors, let alone this one.”
“Aunt Hannah’s nice. She’ll do it,” Jesse assured me.
Caleb clapped a hand on his son’s shoulder, jostling him. “Aunt Hannah is a little mad at Remi right now, but you’re right. We ask her, she’ll do it. She’s too nice to say no.” He shot me a crooked smirk. “I can’t guarantee you’ll get much polite conversation out of her on the drive, but she’ll do it.”
Not a chance he was wrong, but I was looking forward to whatever Hannah Kelly had in store for me.
Chapter Fourteen
Hannah
I could not believemy ears. “No. Absolutely not.”
“I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important,” Caleb replied.
My fingers curled around my steering wheel. If I didn’t hold on tight, I might’ve ripped out my speakers to silence Caleb’s nonchalant voice coming through them. “Convenient of you to wait until I’m already across the state line so I can’t drive over there and strangle you.”
My brother had the nerve to laugh. “Wasn’t too worried about that. Figured I’d ask you last minute so you couldn’t find another solution. If you don’t drive him back, he’ll be stranded down there.”
I flipped on my turn signal harder than necessary, steering my truck down the hard-packed dirt road leading to my client’s ranch.
“I really can’t believe you, Cay. You expect me to chauffeur Remington around after he…what—does some big city shopping? I just don’t know what could be so important—”
“He’s seeing a neurologist, Han.”
That brought me up short. “Why? Is something wrong with him?”
“He didn’t tell you about the accident?”
Cold prickled my skin all over. “No. I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Seems like something he should’ve mentioned to you.” Caleb sighed. “Guess I’m left to be the one to tell you everything. At least, what I know.”
“Go on. Tell me.”
By the time Caleb got through describing what had happened to Remi, I’d been parked on my client’s property for several minutes. A low spark had lit in my belly, burning brighter with every detail, but I had to tamp it down. Now wasn’t the time to process any of this. It was much too big, and I had a job to do. My mind had to be on my horses—not the fact that Remi had almost died on the other side of the world while his father had been living his final days.
The ranch owner walked out of his barn, giving me the side-eye, no doubt wondering why the hell I was still in my truck and not tending to his horses.
“I gotta go, Cay.”
“All right. I’ll let you get to work. You’ll drive Rem home when you’re done, right?”
“Yeah.” I blew out a heavy breath. “I’ll drive him home.”