CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Alexa got the call just as she was getting back to the ranch. The sun was slanting low over the desert to the west and Alexa looked forward to a relaxing cup of coffee on the back porch before getting back into it with her online research.
She fumbled for the phone while keeping an eye on the dirt road. It was from Marshal Hernandez.
Her heart did a flip flop.
Had he found out about what they tried with Mason? Stuart wouldn’t tell, would he? But what if Mason had filed a complaint? Or some passing patrol car had recognized them? What if someone saw her on the southeast side?
All these questions went through her head as she answered.
“Hello, Marshal Hernandez. How are you today?” Alexa gritted her teeth at the overly chipper tone she had put into her voice. It sounded
