“It’s only Leland,” Daphne said in a voice that held too much relief and enthusiasm for Jocelyn’s peace of mind.
Jocelyn turned to her sister, who was conveniently hiding the revolver under her shirt. “Why don’t you go back to the house and make sure a certain someone doesn’t get discovered?”
Daphne’s brows creased in a frown. “Since when did I become a babysitter to your problem?”
“Just do it!” Priscilla hissed before Jocelyn could say anything and thankfully, their mother’s pointed glare was enough to get Daphne moving.
As her sister passed the black Jeep Cherokee that had finally slowed down and walked toward the house, the car honked in greeting. Daphne waved a hand and smiled, but continued on her way, much to Jocelyn’s relief.
Finally, the Jeep stopped a few feet from the barn d
