“Chase?” his father called out. “You go pack, I’ll see if I can find Baxter. You, too, Amy.”
Chase wanted to argue that his dog was ten times more important than packing, but he saw the expression on his dad’s face and knew he meant business.
As he walked back into the cabin, listening to his dad call out Baxter’s name, Mindy ran right into him. “What’s wrong? Is Baxter missing?”
“Yeah,” Chase said, frowning.
“Crap!” Mindy said. “How did he get out?”
“I did it.” His mom stepped in behind him. “I’m so sorry, Chase,” she said, guilt lacing her voice. While Baxter was the family pet, the black Lab had picked Chase as his person the moment they’d brought him home from the shelter, where his previous owner had just dumped him off.
“It was an accident,” Chase said, not wanting to blame his mom. He knew how much his mom loved Baxter, too.
“You want us to go look for him, too?” Tami asked, standing behind his sister.
“Have you two finished packing yet?” his mom asked.
“No,” Mindy answered.
“Then let’s all hurry up and finish and then we can look for him together.”
***
Chase sat in the backseat, his head reclined, his eyes closed. He simply could not believe his dad was doing this. Leaving Baxter! How could he leave Chase’s dog? Every now and then Tami would brush her hand against his. It felt nice, and he would have liked it if he wasn’t hurting so much inside. If he wasn’t so damn angry at his dad.
Suddenly, feeling as if he would burst if he didn’t try one more time to convince his dad, he lifted his head up. His dad’s gaze, as if knowing Chase wasn’t finished fighting the battle, shot to the rearview mirror and his eyes locked on Chase’s.
“Jimmy is going to find him, Chase,” his dad said before Chase could say anything. “He told me he was going to look for him right after we hung up. He’ll find him. You’d be amazed how good he is at … finding things … and as soon as the storm is over we’ll have Baxter flown to Houston.”
“Then let me stay and help this guy find him. I’ll fly back with Baxter,” Chase gritted out. “Please take me back and let me find my dog.”
“No, I’m not going to leave you here. There’s a hell of a storm coming and I want to know my family is safe.”
“And what if they don’t find Baxter before the storm comes in? You know your friend isn’t going to look as hard as we would. He probably doesn’t even like dogs. Please, let’s not leave,” Chase begged. “Let’s all stay and find Baxter. He’s part of this family.”
His dad’s expression tightened.
“Damn it, Dad, his first owners already abandoned him. He’s going to think we did the same thing.”
Chase saw his dad’s hands on the wheel tighten. “I have to get home, Chase. There’s a surgery I can’t miss.”
Every muscle in Chase’s body clenched. “Would it kill you to miss a day at work? Why is your damn work more important than Baxter?”
Chase saw his father’s eyes fill with a mixture of anger and empathy. “Since it’s a twelve-year-old girl that’s been waiting for a kidney for four years and if she doesn’t get this one, she probably won’t make it for the next one. I’ve taken care of her since she was eight. I’m a part of the transplant team and the best nephrologist they’ve got. I’d like to be there to make sure she gets the best care she can.” He inhaled. “Look, I know you care about Baxter. I care about him, too. And I’m telling you, Jimmy will find him. Baxter is going to be fine.”
A part of Chase understood his dad’s dilemma with the surgery, but he could still let Chase stay. “Ask this friend of yours if I can stay with him.”
His dad shook his head. “I don’t trust … I mean, I don’t know Jimmy that well.”
Chase frowned. “If Baxter dies, I’ll never forgive you!”
His mom turned around. “Chase, let’s calm down. Your dad has complete faith in Jimmy. He’s our best bet right now.”
Chase didn’t want to calm down. He wanted to go back to the cabin. He wanted it so badly, his gut churned.
November 1, 2:30 p.m.
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