An hour later, Jocelyn’s Ford truck rumbled to a stop at the back of the farmhouse, the gravel crunching beneath its tires one last time before everything went quiet. The late afternoon sun bathed everything around her in warm golden hues. The trees and large barn cast long shadows that stretched toward the fields.
She remained seated in the driver’s seat, eyes fixed forward and her heart still pounding like wild horses in her chest. Her fingers felt almost glued to the leather-covered steering wheel from how hard she had gripped it on the drive back from town.
Shit! She still couldn’t believe Zan had attacked her. Or that the fire at the abandoned warehouse had been connected to her. But it had, and Zan had obviously gotten a beating for it before he came hunting for her to return the f
