Rowan’s stomach dropped. “Travis.”
“Yes.”
“How long has he been back there?”
“I’m not sure. I just saw him.” Naomi’s hands shifted on the wheel. “But he may have been there longer.”
Rowan stared at the road ahead, every instinct telling her to look back.
“This isn’t the first time,” Naomi murmured.
Something in her tone made Rowan look at her. “What do you mean?”
“A few months ago, he rammed my SUV while I was driving home. On purpose—though he didn’t admit it. He wanted to scare me, to send a message.”
Rowan stared at her. “Naomi?—”
“Micah knows.” Her voice stayed flat. “I filed a report, of course.”
Rowan looked at the road ahead, her chest tight. “Is he still back there?”
Naomi checked the mirror. “Yes.”
Rowan braced herself for whatever might happen next.
CHAPTER 16
The other carsturned off the main road, and a moment later the red truck came closer until it was almost on their bumper.
Rowan’s heart raced.
What if he hit them? They had Grace with them.
Would Travis really hurt a baby?
“We’re almost there,” Naomi muttered. “We just need to get home.”
Rowan tensed, waiting to feel an impact. A nudge. A crash.
It didn’t come. Not yet.
“Is he gone?” she asked Naomi.
She glanced in the rearview mirror. “No. He’s still there. He’s still close.”
Finally, the sign for Refuge Cove came into view.
Naomi turned—probably a little too fast—into the driveway.
But she had to stop at the gate.
Was this where he’d make a move?
Rowan finally dared to look back.
As she did, the red truck sped away.
She let out a breath.
