"Mr. Miller seemed worried."
Seemed worried.Notsaidhe was worried. Of course he hadn't.I don't want them—or you—on my property. Those were the words Noah had said to her.
"But not worried enough to call himself," she snapped.
What had Lindsey been thinking? The temperature had dropped last night into the low thirties. Jilly hadn't had a chance to get the kids a thick winter coat yet. She's been bundling them in double sweatshirts, relying on the milder temperatures. Not only that, but what if Lindsey had gotten lost? A little girl out on the farm could get into big trouble quickly.
And how had Lindsey snuck out of the house without her hearing?
"Mr. Miller intends to make a trespassing complaint to the sheriff's department."
What? No.
Jilly's eyes darted back to the awful message scrolled on Noah's house.
She'd fully intended to disclose it. Promise to take care of it, though she couldn't erase that it had happened.
But this? Noah was going to file a complaint? One that would surely make its way onto the desk of the kids' social worker. No. She couldn't let that happen.
