The Durango Affair - Brenda Jackson [59]
She heard the mail truck pull up and quickly placed her teacup aside and grabbed her coat off the rack. As soon as she stepped outside, she felt the change in the weather.
After getting all the mail out of the mailbox, she quickly went back inside to the warmth. Tossing all the letters aside that were addressed to Durango, she came across two that were addressed to her.
The first was the one she’d been waiting for, from the company where she worked. The second, however, caused her to lift an eyebrow. It was a letter from Jared Westmoreland’s law firm. Curious, she ripped into the letter Durango’s brother had sent her and pulled out the legal-looking document.
Tears began forming in her eyes when she read it. In his ever efficient way, Durango was taking every precaution by reminding her of the terms of their agreement, as well as putting in writing what he intended to do for her and the baby after their marriage ended. The purpose of the paper she held in her hand was to remind her of their agreement. Their marriage was nothing more than a business arrangement.
She wondered if that was what he wanted to talk to her about when he got home. Had he detected the change in her? Had she not been able to hide the fact that she loved him? Maybe he wanted to get everything out in the open, and back into perspective? Was the document his way of letting her know he was beginning to feel smothered and wanted her to leave?
A sudden pain filled her heart and she knew she could never stay where she wasn’t wanted…or loved. Her mother had remained in such a situation, but Savannah had vowed that she never would. Tossing the document on the table, she went into the bedroom to pack. If she was lucky, she would be able to catch a plane to Philadelphia before the bad weather set in.
She was going home.
Durango glanced up at his office door and saw Beth standing there. He smiled. He hadn’t had a chance to thank her for hosting the party the past weekend.
Before he could open his mouth, she quickly said, “Paul just called and said that an SUV resembling yours passed him on the road.”
Durango lifted an eyebrow and sat up straight in his chair and frowned. He had begun using one of the park’s SUVs so that Savannah wouldn’t be without transportation at the ranch. “And he thinks he saw my Durango?”
“He said it looked a lot like yours and that it was headed toward Bozeman. He was concerned with the storm coming in.”
So was Durango. He had called Savannah twice earlier to tell her about the bad weather coming their way and she hadn’t mentioned anything about going out. Why on earth would she drive to town?
“Maybe it wasn’t your truck, but one that looked like yours.”
Durango knew Beth was trying to keep him from worrying, but he was already reaching for the phone to call home. Most people around these parts knew his truck when they saw it because of the custom chrome rims.
He began to panic when no one answered the phone at his place. He then tried Savannah’s cell phone. When he didn’t get an answer he hung up the phone and glanced back at Beth, who had a worried look on her face. A snowstorm in Montana wasn’t anything to play with and the thought of Savannah out in one wasn’t good. He stood, already moving toward the door. “I’m out of here. I need to find Savannah before the storm hits.”
“Call me when you do.”
“I will.” He tossed the words over his shoulder as he quickly left.
No need to panic now, Savannah told herself as she continued to drive although she could barely see the road through the snow. It seemed the huge flakes had begun coming all at once, blanketing everything, decreasing her sight to zero visibility.