Coming Back

MISSY POV

I sigh again before picking up my phone and calling the vet. I need to stop worrying about why Boyd hasn't called me and focus on work.

I schedule the vet's visit and leave my small office. It isn't much of an office just a desk in a clean storage closet in the barn. It was originally intended to be an extra-small tack room, but every foreman Davidson has had has used it as an office.

I look around and see no one, but I know I am not alone. Hank and a few others should be finishing their morning chores.

"He says he will be out in a few hours," I call out into the quiet barn, knowing wherever Hank is, he can probably hear me.

Two male pack members come out of the big tack room when they hear me and send me a wave before leaving the barn through the back door. Their chores for the morning must be done and their breakfast is waiting for them in the pack house. Hanging out with the grouchy foreman until the vet arrives probably doesn't sound as appealing as breakfast.