All Chapters of The Age Plus Billionaire Cowboy: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

It was almost eight o’clock, New Year’s Eve night. Tom was at a friend’s house. He was having a little New Year’s party under his parents’ supervision. Tom was going to spend the night there. Shockingly, Hank Calhoun had called Dax to come to The Sundown Ranch for a party there. Hank’s father had actually gotten on the phone with Ray to assure him that the teens would be properly supervised by himself and his brothers. So, Ray had let Dax go. Another shocker was Lana’s father had let her go with Dax but he had planned to pick her up at eleven. Ray figured Langley Anderson didn’t want Ray’s boy coming close to kissing his little girl at midnight.Ray was at the stables in the office, trying to concentrate on work but failing. He couldn’t keep his mind off of Ava. It was close to driving him crazy. He figured she was back in New York by now. Was she in Time Square waiting for the ball to drop with her old friends and a bunch of screaming loons who were trying to get a cameo

Two days later . . . Dr. Michaels, Whitney’s former psychiatrist, and now Ava’s current one, sat in the den at the Bartholomew Estate. Lester and Whitney were discussing Ava with him before she came in for her appointment. “Somethings not right,” Lester said vehemently. “Ava isn’t . . . Ava. Usually, she’s more upbeat and sociable. Now she’s subdued, not as . . . chipper, and . . . she’s just acting strangely. I want you to fix it.” “Yes,” Whitney said with slight distress. “She’s changed. Will she ever again be the debutante I raised?” “I assure you, I’ll do what I can,” Dr. Michaels said. “But Ava, despite what she had been through, is getting older. Are you sure it isn’t a new found maturity that is coming out of her? During her sabbatical, you told me she had to take care of a household and two children. That alone can make a twenty-something grow up rather quickly.” Lester grunted. “Now that you mention it .

Ava had taken two at home COVID tests and they had both been negative. She had no choice but to make a doctor’s appointment. The truth was she as sick of doctors. It seemed like she had seen more doctors during the past seven months than she has in her whole life. Bad enough Dr. Michaels had to prescribe her something to help her sleep, now she has some sort of bug where she can’t keep her food down. She vomited at least twice a day and she always felt hot and dizzy before it happened. There were times she felt dizzy and nauseas without vomiting following afterwards. It was so random and strange. Either what she was experiencing was a side effect from the sleeping pills or she was allergic to something. Oh, god. What if I have developed an allergy to chocolate. Life wouldn’t be worth living if it’s that. There was a knock on the door. Then someone opened it. It was her regular general physician, Dr. Dent. When Ava had started seeing him, Dr. Dent ha

Three days later . . . “For the love of God, answer the damn phone!” Jesse demanded harshly. “No!” Ray yelled. “If it was important, she will leave a message.” Ray’s cell kept ringing with Ava’s name on the caller ID. Ava Bartholomew’s name on the caller ID. “Her last three messages said that she needed to tell you something that she couldn’t leave in a message. You know what? Fuck it,” Jesse hissed and reached for Ray’s phone. Ray collided into him, stopping him from answering it They wrestled for the cell phone in the stable’s office until it stopped ringing. “Shit, Ray!” Jesse spat out with disgust as he let go of him. “Call the girl back!” “No!” “Why?” “There’s nothing left to say. She’ll thank me for cutting her loose as time goes on.” “Time has gone on, Ray. Almost eight weeks. I can’t believe you’re going to keep hanging around here act

“Son of a bitch!” Lester Bartholomew shouted with everything he had as he slammed the glass bottle of brandy into the fireplace - an eight-hundred-dollar bottle of brandy at that. “Lester, please!” Ava’s mother implored. Ava was too busy standing by the door of the den. She had rushed over there when her father began to fly into a rage. “Please, my ass! I’m going to kill -!” He stopped – all a bluster. He whirled around, his eyes finding Ava’s. “Who the hell am I going to kill, Ava?” “No names!” her mother cried to her. “What!” Lester roared. “We’re not telling you until you calm down,” her mother said sternly. “Look at you. You’re all red in the face, and you had sprung out of your wheelchair. This can’t be good for your health.” “You know what’s not good for my health, Whitney? A pregnant daughter who isn’t married!” he bellowed. “Daddy, please, stop. You’re going to hurt your