see another day. You can have it.”
Colt laughed. “I liked that reversal you came up with before the ref blew the whistle. Good job.”
“Thanks.” Matt reached for the pizza, as Colt knew he would, and made short work of it.
The waitress came to refill their glasses, but Colt shook his head. After she walked away, he pulled out his wallet and left a couple of bills on the table. “Shall we?”
They both got to their feet at the same time and shrugged into their parkas before heading for the entrance to the pizza parlor. “Hey, Dad, want to see a movie?”
“Sure. With your sister gone, we’ll make it an official guys’ night out.” They walked into the frigid air. “What’s playing?”
“The latest vampire film.”
“I thought that was a chick flick,” he teased.
“It is, but Marcus was talking about it at the match. He said it was pretty good.”
“I guess I can stand it if you can. Allie can’t seem to get enough of the Twilight series.”
Two hours later Colt said, “Believe it or not, I liked it.”
“Me, too!” Matt blurted, eager to talk about it as they left the theater.
Halfway to the truck, parked around the corner, they heard, “Hi, Matt! Hi, Mr. Brenner! Where’s Allie?”
He glanced around, surprised to see Carrie and Michelle, two of Allie’s good friends. Colt would have thought they’d be at the sleepover, but evidently they hadn’t been invited. Allie had given him the impression it would be a big group. It appeared somebody must have hurt somebody else’s feelings. Diplomacy was called for.
“She made other plans. Did you two like the film?”
Michelle smiled. “We loved it.”
“Did you?” Carrie asked Matt.
“It was okay,” he answered in a quiet voice, hiding his enthusiasm.
Colt got a kick out of his son, who acted like a typical male around girls. At that age, shyness hadn’t been one of Colt’s problems. His ease around girls had probably facilitated his early marriage. Would that Matt took a little longer to grow up before he made a commitment that would change his life.
They reached the corner. “See you girls later. Don’t let any vampires bite you tonight.”
The girls broke into laughter. “Bye, Mr. Brenner.”
“Bye, Matt.” Carrie again.
His son said something indistinct before they parted company and headed for the truck.
On the way home he turned to Matt. “This morning on the bus, did your sister say anything about a quarrel with her friends?”
“No.” He darted him a curious glance. “Why do you ask?”
“Because I thought all Allie’s friends were going to be over at Jen’s tonight.”
Matt shrugged. “I don’t know, but she was kind of quiet on the bus.”
Her cold could account for that, but Colt still wasn’t reassured. An uneasiness had crept over him he couldn’t explain, but she’d hate it if he phoned her at Jen’s. No teenager liked to be checked up on at a party.
He rubbed his jaw where he could feel the beginnings of a beard. “I guess we’ll find out tomorrow after she gets home.”
“Dad?”
Did Matt know something after all? “Yes?”
“I think something’s wrong with Blackie’s hind leg.”
“He needs reshoeing,” Colt murmured, his mind still on his daughter. “In the morning we’ll get it taken care of before we load up more hay to take to the west pasture.” He drove up to the side of the ranch house and turned off the motor.
“After that, is it okay if I go skiing with Rich? We’ll buy a half-day pass.”
“Sounds fun.”
They both got out and walked around to the back. “You want to come with us?”
“I’d like to, but Noreen says the kitchen disposal is having problems. Since Ed’s arm is still in a cast, I promised I’d take a look at it. If it needs to be replaced, that could take some time.” For a variety of reasons, Colt wanted to be on hand when Allie got dropped off. “Let’s go skiing next Saturday. Maybe Rich’s dad will want to come, too.”
“I’ll ask him.”
“Sounds like a plan.” Colt followed him to the back porch. They stomped the snow off their cowboy boots before entering the house. Ten minutes later they both said good-night.
Colt checked with Noreen, who lived in the older house on the property with her husband, Ed, Colt’s ranch manager. Noreen hadn’t heard from Allie. Not that he expected her to call, but when he entered his study, he knew he wouldn’t sleep until he’d talked to his daughter.
Without hesitation, he called her cell phone. Her voice mail came on. He asked her to call him back when she could, then rang off.
Frustrated when another twenty minutes passed with no response, he looked up the Wagners’ number in the phone directory. Even though it was ten-thirty, he called them, but their voice mail came on, too. He left the message that he’d like Allie to call her father, then he hung up.
Maybe the Wagners had taken the girls to a movie or ice skating. The thought that they were all out together should have relieved him. Colt was probably obsessing for nothing, and yet …
His thoughts flew back ten years to the time when he’d gotten a strange foreboding about his grandmother. It had been early morning. Though he’d just arrived in the upper pasture with some of the hands, he turned right around and galloped home to discover his grandfather weeping over her body. “Her heart stopped beating a half hour ago, Colton. She’s gone.”
Unnerved by the memory, he decided he couldn’t sit around waiting for the phone to ring. He hurried down the hall and took the stairs two at a time to Matt’s room. His son was listening to his iPod.
When he saw him, he sat up in bed with a jerk. “Dad?”
“Get dressed and come with me to Jen’s house.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Maybe nothing. I just need to make sure Allie’s all right.”
“Okay.” He slid out of bed to put on his clothes. “I’ll meet you at the truck.”
ON HER WAY INTO THE E.R., Kathryn glanced around the lounge filled with friends and relatives of the patients. The place had never looked busier. She approached the desk and spotted Nancy, who was simultaneously talking on the phone while she entered
