She went to the window and wondered why he was driving away without a word. When he had swung the vehicle around in an arc, she could see that Lily was in her crate in the backseat. She sprinted for the door but by the time she got it open, the SUV had moved through the gates—when had he reopened them?—and onto the road. Her stomach lurched. He’d said he’d needed time to think. But he’d also promised he wouldn’t leave her. Where was he going? She gazed up at the late-afternoon sky, trying hard not to feel any way about what had just occurred, but failing miserably. He had probably had time to realize she wasn’t treating him very well. Maybe he’d decided he’d had enough and just left. But that didn’t seem like Kye. He was the most direct and honest person she’d ever known. He’d have marched in here and said Screw you to her face before he left. Her gaze refocused. Thick gray clouds with faint purplish undersides rimmed the northern horizon. The turn in the weather due by nightfall was on its way in.
