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the fear that kept pushing its way to
the forefront of his mind. He had to get this over with, and then maybe he
would feel better.
    In his
rush, Caden hit the curb pulling into Bridget’s driveway, which left him
rocking back and forth in his seat. He grabbed the ring and darted up the front
lawn only to find the front door locked. I swear I didn’t lock this.
    Confusion
set in, but he needed to keep going so he shrugged it off and pulled his keys
out. After entering, he set the ring on the counter and headed for the kitchen.  
    “Mags!
Come here, Girl,” Caden yelled into the backyard feeling the cool breeze on his
face. “Mags. Come on.” He let out a loud whistle, but the only response was the
neighbor’s dog barking at him. Where the blazes is she? She better not’ve gotten out. He furrowed his brow in confusion.
Slowly, he stepped back into the house. Something strange was going on. He
reached for his gun, but stopped halfway. You’re just overacting. There’s gotta be an explanation for this.
    “Mags, did
I leave you in the house?” He slowly walked into the front room and looked at
the time. Bridget wasn’t supposed to be home for another hour and Mags would
never run off. His stomach dropped.
    He
reached into his pocket for his cell phone but it wasn’t there. He rubbed his
finger and thumb across his chin thinking. This was not like him. Leaving
without his cell phone wasn’t an option. He had to have it for work. Suddenly,
something vibrated from underneath the couch. Diving down, he found his phone
and picked it up. He’d forgotten to pick it up after the picture broke.  
    “Hey,
Caden, how’s it going?” James asked.
    “Doing
well enough for the moment. What can I do for you?” Caden paced as he spoke,
analyzing his surroundings, trying to make sense of everything.
    “I just
wanted to let you know I wouldn’t be in until late tonight. I have plans that
I’m not about to cancel.”
      “Not a problem. I understand. Robert just
wants us there some time tonight. It’s not a big deal what time you get there.
I need to let you go, so I’ll talk to you later.” He hung up the phone and was
about to dial Bridget’s work number when he noticed a message on his
voicemail.  
    Caden
listened intently as Bridget’s voice came on. Once the message was over, he
lowered the phone and hung it up. The muscles in his face tightened as he
closed his eyes.
    I’m
too late.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

CHAPTER 7
     
     
    Bridget
slumped in her hard chair. She sat in the back corner of the doctor’s office
where she worked. The plain white walls around her didn’t help her depressed
mood. It was difficult to even focus on her patients today.
    “Your
next patient is checked in,” the receptionist’s cold voice spoke over Bridget’s
shoulder. Sighing deeply, Bridget started to stand, but a strong hand took hold
of her shoulder, calming her body.
    “Sit back
down,” Doctor Frasier spoke.
    She could
feel the heat in her face and hear her breathing shorten. Oh crap, he
must’ve seen me lounging. “Yes?” Bridget asked in a meek tone.
    “What’s going
on? You aren’t focused.” The doctor's calm voice eased her tight muscles.
    “I’m
having problems with Caden,” Bridget said while moving closer to the doctor so
no one would hear.
    “Go
home,” Frasier said with a smile then turned and walked off. “Don’t argue. Take
the time you need.”
    She
blinked a couple of times. Should I argue with him?
    Glancing
from the doctor to the room where her patient waited, she saw another nurse,
her co-worker, waving good-bye to her as she stepped into the room.
    I’m
going. Bridget didn’t allow any further
debate; the doctor was right, she needed to go.
    Moving
quickly through the office, she made short work of getting to her car. The keys
jingled as she stuck them in the ignition. Now what?
    She had
been eager to leave, but there was nowhere to go. Caden was at work, so she
couldn’t go and