“Plus, she would know exactly where the stupid contract is,” he muttered.
Mac hated this. Hated having his life disrupted, his business interfered with—hell, his world set off balance. Worse, Andi had to have known this would happen when she walked out and, no doubt, she was sitting on a beach in Bimini right now, smiling at the thought of him trying to set things right again on his own.
“Take a vacation. Who the hell has time for a vacation?” he asked the empty file room. “If you love what you do, work is vacation enough, isn’t it?” He slammed the second drawer shut and yanked the third open. What the hell kind of filing system was she using, anyway?
“She loved her work, too,” he muttered. “Can’t tell me otherwise. In charge of every damn thing here, wasn’t she? Even setting up the damn filing system in some weird way that I can’t figure out now. If she thinks I’m going to let this damn office crumble to the ground then she’s got another damn think or two coming to her because damned if I will, damn it!”
Temper spiking, he slammed the third drawer shut and then just stood there, hands on his hips, and did a slow turn, taking in the eight filing cabinets and the dust-free work table and chairs in the center of the room.
“Why the hell is she on a beach when I need her help?”
His brain dredged up a dreamlike image of Andi, lying back on some lounge, beneath a wide umbrella. She sipped at a frothy drink and behind huge sunglasses, her eyes smiled. Some cabana boy hovered nearby enjoying the view of Andi in a tiny yellow bikini that Mac’s mind assured him was filled out perfectly.
Mac scowled and shut down that mental image because he sure as hell didn’t need it. “Why is she off enjoying herself when I’m here trying to figure out what she did?”
But even as he complained, he knew it wasn’t the filing that bothered him. Given enough time, he’d find whatever he needed to find. It was being here. In the office. Without Andi.
All day he’d felt slightly off balance. One step out of rhythm. It had started when he got there early as usual and didn’t smell coffee. Andi had always beat him to work and had the coffee going for both of them. Then she’d carry two cups into his office and they’d go over the day’s schedule and the plans that were constantly in motion.
Not today, though. He’d made his own damn coffee—he wasn’t a moron after all—then had carried it to his desk and sat there alone, going over schedules that she had set up. She wasn’t there to talk to. She wasn’t there to remind him to keep on track and not to go spinning off into tangents—so his brain had taken one of those side roads and he’d lost two hours of time while researching an idea on the internet. So the rest of the day he was behind schedule and that was her fault, too.
“What the hell is she doing in Bimini? Or Tahiti or wherever it is she went looking to relax?” Shaking his head, he walked to the window and stared out as the twilight sky deepened into lavender and the first stars winked into existence.
In the distance, he could see the fields of his home ranch, the Double M, freshly planted and only waiting for summer heat to grow and thrive and become a sea of waving, deep, rich green alfalfa. Beyond those fields lay miles of open prairie, where his cattle wandered freely and the horses he wanted to focus on raising and breeding raced across open ground, tails and manes flying.
This was his place. His home. His empire.
He’d taken over from his father when his parents died and Mac liked to think they’d have been proud of what he’d done with their legacy. He’d improved it, built on it and had plans that would continue to make it grow and thrive.
“And it would be a helluva lot easier to do if Andi hadn’t chucked it all for the beach and a margarita.”
When his phone rang, he reached for it, digging it out of his pocket. Seeing his sister’s name pop up didn’t put a smile on his face. “What is it, Vi?”
“Well, hello to you, too,” she said, laughing in his ear. “Nothing like family to give you that warm, fuzzy feeling.”
He sighed, scraped one hand across his face and searched for patience. He and Vi had been at odds most of their lives, especially since he had been in charge of her and Vi didn’t take kindly to anyone giving her orders. Through it all, though, they’d remained close, which he was grateful for.
Usually.
Already annoyed, he didn’t need much of a push to pass right into irritated. “What is it, Vi? I’m busy.”
“Wow, I’m just choking up with all this sentiment. Must be all these hormones from being pregnant with your first niece or nephew.”
Reluctantly, Mac smiled. Shaking his head, he leaned back against the nearest cabinet and said, “Point made. Okay then, what’s going on, little sister?”
“Oh, nothing much. Just wanted to see how you were holding up—you know,” she added in a sly tone, “with Andi gone and all.”
“Heard about that, did you?” Hadn’t taken long, Mac thought. But then the only thing that moved faster than a Texas tornado was gossip in Royal. He hated knowing that the whole town was talking about him.
Again. During that mess with Rafe, the McCallum family had been pretty much front and center on everyone’s radar. With that settled, he’d expected life to go back to normal. Which it would have if Andi hadn’t gotten a wild hair up her—
“Of course I heard,” Vi was saying, and he could tell by her voice she was enjoying herself. “People all over town are talking about it and I figured Laura could use some advice on how to defuse your temper.”
“Temper?” He scowled and shifted his gaze back to the view out the window. He realized it was later than he thought, as he watched Laura hurrying across the parking lot to her car. He sighed when she glanced back at the building uneasily. Hell, he’d be lucky if Laura didn’t desert him, too. Still, he felt as though he had to defend himself. “I don’t have a temper—”
Violet laughed and the sound rolled on and on until she was nearly gasping for breath. “Oh my, Mac. That was a good one.”
He scowled a little as Laura drove out of the lot, then he shifted his gaze to the twilight just creeping across the sky. “Glad you’re having a fine time.”
“Well, come on,” she said, laughter still evident in her tone. “Don’t you remember the roof-raising shouting you used to do at me when I was a kid?”
“Shouting’s not temper,” he argued, “that’s communication.”
“Okay, sure,” she said, chuckling. “Anyway, how’s it going in the office without Andi there riding herd on everything?”
“It’s my business, Vi,” he reminded her. “I think I can take care of it on my own.”
“That bad, huh?”
His back teeth ground together and he took a tight grip on the shout that wanted to erupt from his throat. It would only prove his sister right about his temper. And yeah, she was right about Andi being gone, too. It wasn’t easy. Harder, frankly, than he’d thought it would be. But he wouldn’t admit it. Wouldn’t say so to Vi and for damn sure wouldn’t be calling Andi to ask for help while she sat on some beach sipping cocktails. She’d made her choice, he told himself. Walked away from her responsibilities—from him—without a backward glance.
“Well, when I saw Andi earlier, she was doing just fine, in case you were interested...”
He came to attention. “You saw her? Where?”
“Her house.”
Mac frowned out the window at the darkening sky. “She said she was taking her vacation time.”
“And she’s using it to fix up the