Nothing happened. She had expected Lucky to come find her after he had shown Kyle out, but that had been over twenty minutes ago. He still hadn’t come to the office. She was growing more impatient with each passing minute. The desire to find out what had happened between them, and to make sure he was okay, was nearly overwhelming. Not willing to wait any longer, she rose from behind the desk and headed for the door. The house seemed eerily quiet. She looked around the first floor, but no one was there. His milkshake had been discarded on the counter, never touched. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up, warning her that something was wrong. Where was he? It was so unlike him to say he was doing something, and then not actually do it. Had the visit with Kyle upset him? She didn’t see him on the first floor, and doubted he’d be outside since his jacket was still flung over one of the bar stools in the kitchen. She headed upstairs in search of him. If he was upset about seeing Kyle, she needed to know, because tomorrow he’d have to face him again, but in an interview.
