Zac didn’t know why she was so worried. “Is that a bad thing?”
Willow sighed. “If I was still in the music industry, it would be great. But I’m not. I’ve tried hard to keep away from the spotlight. I don’t want people to know where I live and what I’m doing—I had enough of that while I was in Nashville.”
“Will the video make that much difference?”
Willow pulled out her phone and found her Facebook page. She showed him the screen, pointing to the number of messages waiting for her.
His eyes shot open. “Good grief. What could twelve hundred people want to ask you?”
“Believe me, you don’t want to know. What am I going to do?”
She was asking the wrong person. When it came to social media, he was hopeless. “You could ignore the messages. By tomorrow, another story will appear and no one will be interested in watching the video.”
“I hope you’re right.” She slid her phone into her pocket and took a deep breath. “At least while I’m here, no one will know who I am.”
Zac pulled a ski cap out of his jacket. “If you want to hide, you could always wear this. It might keep any die-hard fans from knowing you’re in Polson.” He’d given her the cap as a joke, but she thought he was serious.
With a relieved sigh, she pulled the black wool over her head. “Thanks, but be warned. If someone knocks on your front door at two o’clock in the morning, it could be me, on the run from a persistent fan.”
As if jinxing her disguise, Willow’s phone rang. She looked at the caller display and frowned. “It’s Ryan Evans.” She must have realized he didn’t have a clue who she was talking about. “He’s a country singer. Ryan is bigger than Faith Hill, Garth Brooks, or anyone else I could name. We’re performing together in a fundraising concert for the tiny home village.”
“Maybe you should answer his call.”
Willow looked defeated, but she held her phone to her ear. “Hi, Ryan. It’s Willow.” As she listened to what he was saying, her mouth dropped open. “Are you sure?”
Zac couldn’t hear what was being said, but whatever it was, Willow was surprised.
“Okay. I’ll see you soon. Say hi to Sophie from me.” Before she put the phone away, Willow turned it off. “All the tickets for our concert sold out this afternoon. Ryan wants to stay an extra night and do a second concert.”
“How do you feel about that?”
“We’ll raise twice as much money for the village.”
Zac frowned. “But?”
“Everyone thinks I’m relaunching my career. Two concerts will make it seem even more likely.”
“Are you sure that’s not what you want to do? I heard you sing. You’ve got an amazing voice.”
Willow pulled the ski cap lower. “I’m not going back to Nashville. How do I look?”
“Like a fugitive on the run from the law.”
A wide smile replaced Willow’s frown. “That’s good enough for me. Are you ready to go home, partner?”
Zac held out his arm. “I’ve been ready for a long time. Let’s go.” And before Willow started over-thinking the upcoming concerts, he led her toward his truck.
Chapter Ten
“Arrgh!”
Brooke looked up from behind the counter at Sweet Treats. “It sounds like someone needs some fudge.”
“Sorry. I forgot where I was.” Willow turned off her phone and looked around the store. Even though it was Monday, there should have been a lot of people shopping for candy. “Where is everyone?”
“I’m usually closed by now, but Emma needed an emergency supply of marshmallow bars. By the time I’d wrapped her order, it was after five.” Brooke walked across to the front door and flipped the sign to “Closed”. “I thought you were going with Zac to pick up Barbara and Jesse.”
“I had to change my plans.”
