Hell, I had no idea when she’d left.
I’d been in a meeting for almost two damn hours.
She could have left any time during the last two hours.
I frowned when I saw that her heavy jacket was in the closet.
Shit!
Her lighter weight coat, which would have been fine earlier, was gone.
“I’ve warned her a million times about how fickle those Chinook winds can be,” I grumbled to myself.
Obviously she hadn’t planned on being gone for long.
I yanked open the front door, and there on the doorstep was Lucky.
The cat darted into the house like her fur was on fire.
She was an indoor cat.
There were coyotes everywhere on the ranch.
We always kept her inside so she didn’t end up a tasty snack for one of the predators.
My gut twisted as I suddenly pieced together exactly why Sierra was outside.
Lucky must have gotten out of the house when she’d opened the door for some reason.
Maybe she’d gotten a package.
Maybe she’d been shaking out some rugs.
Or maybe she’d just stepped outside because the weather had been uncharacteristically warm.
The cat had bolted, and Sierra had gone after her beloved pet.
“Fuck!” I cursed.
I probably didn’t need to panic.
Sierra had learned her way around the ranch fairly well during our rides.
However, it was going to be different during a snowstorm, and they’d been forecasting blizzard conditions late tonight.
I was going to have to find her.
If she was looking for Lucky, she probably wouldn’t stop until she found her.
I closed the front door so the damn cat wouldn’t get out again and jogged to the barn.
I could cover a lot more ground on Atlas.
She couldn’t have gone that far on foot, right?
For some reason, I was a lot more worried than I probably needed to be.
Sierra lived here.