“Down where?” The panic in Scarlett’s voice wasn’t hard to hear. “And how did you get my number?”
“I looked up the number of the ranch online,” he said, turning and pacing back toward the mailbox—if it could be called that anymore. “I was working on the mailbox, and….” He didn’t want to say the whole thing had fallen apart, but the whole thing had fallen…
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