She hesitated, and he saw her working through his proposal. Sorting through the independence she valued, the practicality of what he was asking, and the reality of what that note meant.
Finally, she nodded. “Okay. I promise.”
Something in his chest loosened—though just barely. “Thank you.”
“Grace has a doctor’s appointment tomorrow morning at nine.”
“I’ll drive you.”
“Okay then.” She gave him a small, tired smile and turned toward the house.
Micah watched her go—watched until she was inside, until the door closed behind her, until he was sure she was safe behind those walls.
Then he got back in his SUV.
Hecouldsend a deputy to pull the security footage from Main Street. It would be the smart thing, the efficient thing. Let someone else handle the grunt work while he coordinated from the station.
But he wasn’t going to do that.
This was personal now. Someone had threatened Naomi—had stood at her vehicle, had written those words with the intention of scaring her. Micah was going to be the one who found out who.
He pulled out of the driveway and headed back toward town.
Whoever had left that note had made a mistake.
They’d underestimated how far Micah was willing to go to protect someone he?—
He stopped the thought before it could finish.
It didn’t matter. What mattered was finding answers.
He pressed the accelerator and didn’t look back.
