Mountain Witness. Lena Diaz
husband, or little high school-type pranks, you wouldn’t still be scared.”
She stiffened. “What makes you think I’m scared?”
He glanced at her hands, which she was twisting together.
She jerked them apart, her face flushing again.
“I guess the real question is whether Nelson knows whatever secrets you’re hiding.”
Her expression went blank, as if she’d thrown up a wall. He’d been fishing, but now he knew for sure that she really was hiding something. What could she be hiding that even her ADA friend didn’t know about? And why?
She looked at the truck as if debating whether to demand that he take her back to town. Sensing that if he pushed her on it, if he argued to get her to stay, that she’d push back and demand to leave, he remained silent and waited.
“Your friends Dillon and Ashley—they know we’re here? You have keys to the house?”
In answer, he separated the keys on his key ring and held up one. “If Dillon is awake, he knows. The security system texted him our picture as soon as we turned down the private road to the farm.”
Her eyes widened.
“I’m sure they don’t mind,” he continued. “But I’ll call in the morning and explain the situation.”
“Okay, then. I’ll stay. Just for the night.”
He unlocked the door and waved her inside before she could change her mind.
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