Bodyguard Father

“How do you know all this? No, don’t tell me. You must be better at your job than I gave you credit for.”

“Megan needs you and you’re running away. Again.”

He stomped off a few feet toward Scio’s stall and stood staring at the horse, hands shoved in his coat pockets. Annie picked up the phone he’d left sitting on the hay. Maybe she could call a taxi to come get her. She’d have to wait until her fingers stopped trembling.

Garrett returned. He scooped up his duffel bag, took out a pencil and a piece of paper and started writing.

“What are you doing?”

He said, “Making a note for Joanna. Explaining there was a fire at Ben’s place, telling her I’m leaving. She boards Ben’s horse during the winter. I only had him for a few weeks.”

“Where are you going?” she asked as she saw him sign the name Pete Jordan to the note.

“To Reno.”

“How?”

“I’ll borrow Joanna’s hay truck. She keeps an extra key in a grain bag.” He scribbled something about taking the truck on the bottom of the note before sticking it through a nail located next to Scio’s stall.

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