Chapter 7: Eye Contact and Iron WillJohn wiped his palms on his thighs. Monday again. When Jen showed up at the door to the café, he took a deep breath and got out of the Jeep. He glanced around. Since Zachary had shown up at his house, he looked over his shoulder more often than before. As soon as he left the cabin, an itchy feeling of being watched settled like a wire-wool cloak around him. Apparently, three years here without anyone giving him more than a sideways glance had lulled him into a false sense of security. It was gone now.
His gut clenched as he neared the door.
“Good morning.” Jen smiled, and John tried to do the same but failed miserably. “Are you okay, sweetie?”
He nodded as her eyes roamed over his face, the crease between her eyebrows growing deeper for each second th
