Chapter 12
Although she’d had no reason to believe Caleb wouldn’t come to see her at the appointed time, Rosemary hadn’t realized how anxious she was about their upcoming meeting until she turned the corner on her street and saw his dingy black truck parked outside the small cottage-style house that was her real home.
Then again, maybe she’d been anxious because she was worried he actually would be there.
Stop it, she told herself. Just…relax. Go with the flow and see what happens.
Easier said than done.
Resisting the impulse to glance in the rearview mirror and make sure her hair and her lip gloss were still intact from the last time she’d checked — which had been right before she locked up the store and headed out to her car — she turned into the driveway and parked. No point in pul
