she found herself in today. One of those times came while Quinn loaned out to the Forest Service. He returned from the loan out during forest fire season. It was the first time that Quinn left since they were engaged. He encouraged Cheyenne to visit her friends more than she had recently. That little harmless encouragement found Quinn when he returned early to surprise her, going on an intense search through the woods for his woman.
“She’s not here, dear. I don’t know where she is,” replied Mrs. Sterling when Quinn landed on her doorstep having been unsuccessful so far. “Have you tried her phone?”
“Yes, it goes to voice mail. What time did she leave this morning?”
“Oh, she must have forgotten to charge it. She didn’t go today, though, she left yesterday. She said something about going out with her friends. She’s done this enough times that I don’t worry. She usually calls about two days later.” Mrs. Sterling looked at her soon to be son-in-law for a moment. “Now don’t you get upset because I know she thought you were going to be gone until next week.”
“I wouldn’t be worried if I could find her to check on her. Her phone goes straight to voicemail, she left yesterday, you don’t know where she is, and she didn’t leave me a message. These are all things she and I have talked about before. If you find her before I do, will you have her call me? Better yet, you both call me. If I find her first, I’ll let you know.”
“Well, all right, dear, but don’t get too worked up over it. This is typical for Cheyenne.”
Quinn called home to check and see if she had called yet but he knew she hadn’t. His mother would have let him know right away. He called Josh and had him ask his submissive Sue if she heard anything and neither had. Lunch was over so he went back to her office and found Jacquie back in her appointed spot.
Jacquie and her husband Ace Blakely were members of The Sting and friends. Ace was a corporate attorney who assisted in creating the different types of contract templates for the club and was its sole attorney. He also worked with the O’Connors to incorporate, allowing all of their various businesses to come under one umbrella. He had agreed to take on Cheyenne’s business over a year ago after Jacquie had started as her assistant and told him Cheyenne didn’t think she needed one.
“You can have a different attorney, but you need to have one you identify with. I hope you never need one for more than mundane things, but if you do, you’ll know whom to call. Are we good, Miss Sterling?”
“Yes, fine, but it’s my business, why did you call Quinn? Isn’t that a breach of some kind?”
“Nope. He’s my client, but you were not at the time I spoke to him. He brought you up, I just steered the conversation after that.”
“I think that’s pushing it, but thank you. I still say I’ll never need you.”
He grinned and shrugged his victory. “Great. I’m busy enough.” He kissed her cheek, and she had a corporate attorney at her disposal. That sounded nice, the at your beck and call part anyway.
“Jacquie, have you seen Cheyenne?”
“You’re back early. No, Cheyenne went on a trip with a few of her friends. It surprised me because I didn’t think some of her friends would go anywhere there wasn’t a nail salon and a bar. Why?” Jacquie looked at Quinn for a moment, and her eyes grew round. “She didn’t tell you? Surely she left you a message. Are you sure? That doesn’t sound like her. Here let me call her cell.”
Quinn didn’t tell her that he had already tried. He let her call and watched as her brows drew tight across her now furrowed forehead.
“Did she tell you anything about where or what they were going to do?”
“Well, I did help her look at the map. They were camping. I told her it was too dry to have an open fire, and she said she would get a camp stove, and she had a lantern. I mean, isn’t that what you’ve been doing?
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