Page 42 of Shadows of You

Lawson chuckled. “The only kid who’s worried about being on time for school.”

I grinned and ducked into the vehicle. I rained kisses all over Cady’s face.

“Mama!” she shrieked.

“I’m gonna miss you like crazy. Promise me you’re not gonna run away and join the circus.”

Cady giggled. “Why would I when we have our own circus right here? All the best parts, anyway.”

She had a point there.

Charlie frowned. “I don’t know. I think having a trapeze would be pretty cool.”

I chuckled and tickled his belly. “I’ll get right on that.”

“I’m first up!” he demanded.

“You got it.” I gently shut the door and stepped back, but I didn’t go back inside the house. I waited until the police-issued SUV disappeared completely from sight.

A pang lit along my sternum. It was always hard to watch Cady go. It didn’t matter if it was for twenty minutes or twenty hours. But watching her disappear with John’s letter hanging over my head? That was torture.

“We’re thousands of miles away,” I whispered. “We’re safe.”

I forced myself to turn and head inside. I grabbed my muck boots, jacket, and work gloves, and headed back out. Sliding the keys out of my pocket, I locked the two deadbolts and the doorknob, then checked each one twice.

The temptation to check them all two more times was strong. When we first arrived in Cedar Ridge, and Cady was still a toddler, I’d ventured into obsessive territory. I’d spent my nights walking the house, rechecking every window and door countless times.

I wasn’t sure when it shifted. Maybe after a couple of months of being here with no one showing up at our door or recognizing me from news coverage.

When we were in Mississippi, one reporter always seemed to find me, no matter where I hid. Oren Randal had exposed two houses, an apartment, my office, and Cady’s daycare in his articles. He’d almost cost me everything all over again.

But when he hadn’t found me in Cedar Ridge, I’d slowly begun to let it all go. The panic, the fear. The shadows of it still lived inside me, but I no longer let them hold me down.

Letting out a long breath, I started toward the barn. I’d already been through the feeding rigmarole but needed some solid cleaning and muck-out time.

Mabel brayed from her pasture as she kicked out at Phineas.

“That’s not nice, Mabel,” I called. “He just wants to play.”

She raced along the fence line, and I stopped to scratch between her ears. I bent and dropped my forehead to hers. “A little kindness goes a long way, Miss Mabel.”

She huffed out a breath as if to say, “Whatever.”

I couldn’t hold in my laugh. “At least you always stay true to yourself.”

The sound of tires on gravel had me straightening and turning around. I expected to see Lawson’s SUV, thinking Cady had forgotten something. Instead, I saw an unfamiliar van.

My stomach twisted into a painful knot. I tugged my Taser out of my back pocket and instantly checked my best escape routes. I cursed as the vehicle pulled to a stop between the house and me. And I didn’t have my damned phone.

Blood roared in my ears as two figures climbed out of the van. My eyes flared as I recognized the driver—the man from The Brew yesterday morning.

I should’ve stuck with my first impression of him. The one that told me something was off. My time in Cedar Ridge had changed my perspective on things. I tended to give people the benefit of the doubt. Apparently, that was a mistake.

“Hello again,” the familiar voice greeted.

“This is private property. I’ll have to ask you to leave.” My voice was even, almost calm. But the Taser dug into my palm as I gripped it.

The second man gave me what he likely intended to be a reassuring smile. “We don’t mean any harm. We just need to talk to you for a minute.”

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