Zoe had tried several times, and it continued to go directly to voice mail. Which was full. And he didn’t call from someone else’s phone either. And he didn’t come back to the apartment. By seven the following morning, Zoe was ready to kill him. Of course that would require being able to leave this apartment and find her way back to town! Though it was early, the walls were already beginning to close in on her. Armed with her morning cup of coffee, she called for Baron to follow her and made her way down the stairs and watched the dog run around the yard. The sun was shining off the open mailbox, and the temperature was near perfect. Hell, there was even a gentle breeze blowing. Was there any sign of Aidan? No. “Son of a bitch,” she muttered as her frustration level hit a breaking point. Knowing it was time for her to take action, she called out to Baron.
