Trevor did not look at her and his voice sounded suddenly hoarse. “Gone?” “Nowhere to be found. We rode for as long as we could, searching for her. Went to the stables, to the edge of the ranch. She didn’t take her herbs or beans but her bags are gone.” “Beans?” “She’s always kept them for digestive matters.” He rubbed at his face, brisk movements and Gracie longed to still his hands, to hold them within the safety of her own. “How odd. Isn’t it dangerous for her to walk around in this weather?” “Yep, but she won’t care. She was getting a little stir-crazy at my house anyway.” He leaned back and studied her, crossed his arms against his chest and stretched out his legs. His feet were only inches from hers, she thought numbly. “I don’t understand why she would be snooping in my room.”
