CHAPTER TWENTY ONE
A burst of adrenaline flooded Ashley’s body as a black pickup crossed into her lane and barreled straight toward her on the narrow highway that led to Warren Shipley’s farm.
That truck’s going to hit me head-on!
She jerked the steering wheel of Wyatt’s SUV and swerved to the right. The tires bit into the gravel on the road’s shoulder as she yanked her foot from the accelerator. It wasn’t the first time she’d noticed a driver in Bonner County ignoring the yellow dividing line that striped the center of the asphalt.
And she’d thought Laurel County’s drivers were bad. At least in her hometown, people knew to stick to their own lane.
The SUV idled on the road’s shoulder while Ashley caught her breath.
As she eased back onto the highway, her cell phone rang. Not wanting
