Page 130 of Shadows of You

“Mail, actually. Someone sent cash and their own card. Card was sealed. Said it was a surprise for an old friend. What’s going on?”

“You still have the envelope?” Lawson pressed, not answering her question.

Nan was quiet for a moment. “I don’t think so. Came in yesterday. We’ve taken the trash out already.”

Roan’s jaw clenched, his teeth grinding.

“I’m going to send someone over to check. Okay?”

“All right, Law,” Nan agreed.

“And put a hold on any flowers going to Aspen Barlow,” Lawson said.

“You need to tell me what’s going on,” Nan pushed.

“You watch the news lately?” he asked.

“You know I don’t want to fill my head with that garbage. I watch my soaps, and that’s it. Plenty of drama there.”

Lawson shook his head. “We’ll explain when we stop by.”

“All right, then,” Nan agreed and hung up.

“Probably the only person in Cedar Ridge who hasn’t seen your face everywhere,” Nash muttered and typed on his phone. “I’ll tell Clint to head over.”

“Who doesn’t check the damned card?” Roan growled.

I turned, pressing a hand to his chest. “It’s not her fault.”

Roan pulled me against him again. I could feel his heart beating against my cheek.

Lawson looked at Jonesy and Elsie. “Did you guys see anyone suspicious around the time the flowers were delivered?”

Jonesy shook his head. “No, but I wasn’t paying real close attention.”

As Lawson turned to Elsie, her gaze dipped, and her cheeks heated. “It was just us in the café. I didn’t see anyone outside,” she mumbled.

Lawson, oblivious to Elsie’s reaction, shifted his focus back to me. “You notice anyone who shouldn’t have been here?”

I frowned. “You think it could be someone here?”

Roan’s hold on me tightened as if he could shield me from the entire world.

“We need to look into every possibility. You’ve gotten a lot of media coverage over the past couple of weeks,” Lawson said.

“Oren was waiting outside this morning,” Roan growled. “And those two damn podcasters are still here.”

Nash’s eyes flared. “Is Oren also dead at this point?”

“Not yet,” Roan gritted out.

“Not helping, Nash,” I chastised.

He sent me an apologetic smile. “Sorry, but that dude is just asking to end up in a shallow grave somewhere.”

I turned in Roan’s arms so I could face him and framed his face in my hands. “Look at me.”

He didn’t at first.

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