His Old-Fashioned Love (Old-Fashioned Series) by Roberts Laylah

Author:Roberts, Laylah [Roberts, Laylah]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2013-05-16T21:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

Growling with frustration, Brax pushed away the blue print he’d been trying to study for the past hour. He couldn’t concentrate. Every ten minutes, he was up, checking for Holly, hoping to see her car. He moved out of the trailer he used as an office, pulling his hat on.

Yesterday, in a bid to distract himself from thinking about Holly, he’d headed out to Heath’s place. He kept his horse there, having nowhere to stable him on his property. Once he had more cash coming in he’d be able to put up proper fencing and shelter.

But until the business was more established he wouldn’t draw a bigger wage. So it would take a few years for him to make improvements on his place. Holly would be shocked if she saw the tiny house he lived in. She was used to nicer things and he just couldn’t provide them.

Where the hell was she?

It was nearly lunchtime and he hadn’t seen or heard from her. If she was all right, then she should have at least had the professional courtesy to call him and tell him that she wouldn’t be in today.

He took off his hat and wiped the sweat from his brow. Looking up, he noticed Joshua walking towards him.

“Have you heard from Holly?” he growled at the younger man. He knew he was acting like a bear with a sore paw but couldn’t help it. His crew was definitely giving him a wide berth today.

Joshua sent him a wary look. “Ahh, yeah, she’s working from the hotel today.”

Brax frowned. “Well, she could have let me know.”

“She said she text you.”

Brax grabbed his phone, opening it. “Damn, crappy reception,” he muttered.

Joshua nodded. “Thank God we have the landline. Otherwise I’d never get anything done. Some days I get great reception, others it’s completely hopeless.”

Brax just nodded, wandering away. Finally, his phone showed two bars and a series of beeps came through. He scrolled through them, looking for Holly’s name.

Working from hotel today. Won’t be in.

His frown deepened. He hated text messaging, so much could be misconstrued and it felt so impersonal. Yet, Holly had the ability to infuse warmth in her texts; he could usually hear her friendly voice in them.

Not this time.

Well, he’d wanted space.

So why was this horrible, churning feeling in his gut telling him he was doing the wrong thing?

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