Always Enough (Meet Me in Montana #2) - Kelly Elliott Page 0,77

better be a good plan, Brock.”

“I’ll sweeten the deal—it’ll be a private plane.”

“Jet. None of those propeller planes that will make me throw up the entire time.”

“Deal. I’ll pick you up first thing in the morning.” Brock glanced at his watch. “You better get some sleep—sun’s up at six a.m. Have a bag packed.”

Brock pulled out his phone, hit a number, then looked at me. “The calf will be fine. Get some sleep, Kaylee.”

“Okay.”

A muffled voice came through on Brock’s phone. “It’s Brock. I need a favor.”

He climbed into his truck and waved at me as I took a few steps back, then turned and headed into the house.

Once I’d tracked down my phone, I went to my call log. Ty had called thirty minutes ago. Maybe he was still up. I hit his number and quickly got to work getting a small bag and packing some clothes.

A part of me wasn’t sure I could leave him a message. Maybe I should simply show up.

What if he was with someone, though?

I sat down on the edge of the bed. I quickly hung up after his message played and I heard the beep to leave one of my own.

He’d said he was going out. Who was he going out with? I’d look pretty stupid knocking on his hotel door tomorrow and finding some girl in his bed. Then again, by the time I got there, he would most likely be up.

“For the love of God, just call him back and leave a message, you pussy!” I said out loud.

I hit his number again, and this time I left a message.

“Hey, Ty. It’s Kaylee. I had a bit of a problem earlier: a mama cow was standing in front of my house with a calf coming out of her back end. Not something a girl sees every day, I can tell ya that. I couldn’t get ahold of anyone and ended up calling 911. If it’s not a fire, it’s a baby calf being born in my front yard. Anyhoo, Channing heard it, and . . . well, he came over to help out. That was the only reason he was here. I don’t know why he answered my phone. I was down at the barn at the time. Anyway, I don’t know why I’m telling you all of this on the phone either. I’m leaving in the morning to head out of town. I’ll see you soon. Okay, bye.”

I hit end and then stared at the phone. Jesus, did I really just ramble all that off on his voice mail?

With a roll of my eyes, I got back to packing a bag. I took a quick shower, brushed my teeth, and crawled into bed. I had hardly closed my eyes when my alarm went off at five thirty in the morning. I quickly got dressed, made some toast and a cup of coffee to go, and grabbed my bag, charger, and purse. As I was walking out onto the front porch, Brock was pulling up.

I took in a deep breath and slowly let it out.

“Lord, please don’t let this be a huge mistake. Please.”

Chapter Twenty-Two

TY

Bright lights caused me to squint. Tires sliding on the pavement pierced my ears before the sound of metal crunching caused me to scream out in pain.

Jerking up in bed, I dragged in a breath. Then another. My heart raced in my chest, and I could feel the sweat on my forehead. The room felt cold, so cold I swore I could see my breath as I panted to regain some semblance of normal breathing. I dropped back down onto the pillow and closed my eyes.

Fucking nightmares. When would they stop?

My phone rang on the nightstand, causing me to groan and reach for it.

“H-hello?” The word barely came out of my dry mouth. Clearing my throat, I tried again. “Hello.”

“So, it’s true: you were at the bar last night getting shit-faced.”

I groaned and looked up at the ceiling. Thank God I’d shut the curtains last night and the sun wasn’t shining in. “Rich, I’m not in the mood for your bullshit.”

He laughed. “I also heard you were talking to two women.”

My heart stopped, and I quickly looked around the bed. It was empty. I closed my eyes and let last night flood back into my memory.

I had gone to the bar with the two girls. We sat at a table, and I had a few beers, a couple of shots. The blonde managed to hook up with