She was almost to the door when she realized that she didn’t have Matt’s phone number. No problem. She’d go see him in person. Except that she didn’t know where he lived. Damn. She grabbed the phone book out of the drawer and flipped through it. Montoya Land and Ranch...no, she was certain he wasn’t living at home. He had some kind of an issue with his father, nothing he spoke of, but something she’d picked up on during their semester of studying. The only other listed Montoya was Willa. Muttering a dark curse, Liv slammed the phone book shut, then opened it again and dialed Willa’s number. Out of service. Then she dialed the number to the ranch and got an immediate answer—a sweet, feminine voice. “Mrs. Montoya?” Liv ventured, hoping it was indeed Matt’s mom, who’d always liked her. “Yes?”
