Buck brushed his fingers lightly over the chair, taking in the surroundings of her house and the hives. He should have been up here, not asleep, not patrolling over the other side of the airfield. He should have been here. Or he should have insisted or just made Honey come down to the ranch while the slavers were about. She probably would have hated him for that but he would rather her be angry at him than...
"Fuck!" He slammed the flat of his hand against the side of the house, ignoring the sting and pain it caused in his palm and wrist.