Travis hadn’t hit them. She’d been so certain he would.
“Are you okay?” Naomi asked.
Rowan nodded. “Fine. You?”
Naomi nodded also, though it was clear by her trembling arms that she was still shaken. “I’m ready to get out of this SUV.”
“Me too.”
Rowan scanned the property out of habit. Wes’s truck was gone, she realized. He must have headed to his bid in Staunton.
Something in her chest loosened in a way she wasn’t ready to examine.
Naomi used the code to open the gate. She pulled up near the house and cut the engine. Caleb was outside, standing near the porch. He turned when he heard the car, and Rowan read his expression before she’d even opened the door.
He’d seen the article, hadn’t he?
Apprehension filled her as she climbed out. What should she tell him?
She still hadn’t decided.
He crossed the yard and stopped a few feet away, his expression steady and his eyes on her face. “Hey. You have a good time in town?”
“We did.” She kept her voice easy. “Blue Ridge Hollow hasn’t changed a bit.”
“It never does.”
“We did think for a moment that Travis was following us . . .”
His jaw tightened. “What?”
She explained what happened.
“I don’t like that sound of that,” Wes muttered.
“Thankfully, nothing came of it.”
“Thankfully. But if it happens again, call me or Caleb. I don’t trust that guy.”
“Understood.”
He paused. “Listen, Rowan, you got a minute? There’s something I want to talk to you about.”
“Of course.”
“I’m going to feed Grace,” Naomi said. “I’ll catch up later.”
Naomi slipped past them toward the house.
As soon as she was gone, Caleb started. He didn’t bother to find seats. To get comfortable.
Whatever he wanted to talk about was urgent.
“I saw the article,” he started. “The one about you leaving the movie in the middle of filming.”
Rowan slowly bobbed her head up and down. “I figured you would see that eventually.”
He narrowed his gaze. “You want to tell me what actually happened?”
