Cache was still absorbing what Karla had said when she flew from the truck. “Hey,” he said after her, slow on the uptake. When she’d said she hadn’t been to jail, Cache had relaxed. How bad could it be if she hadn’t killed someone?
But cheating was pretty bad.
He launched himself out of the truck to follow her. Dang, the woman could move fast in heels, and she’d already crossed the parking lot to the walking path that ran behind the church and circled the bluff where the ranch sat.
He didn’t want to yell after her. Or run, both of which would’ve called attention to them. And Karla had been quite clear she didn’t want any attention on her, or their relationship.
He finally caught her several paces behind the church, thinking he should get double the steps for panicked speed-walking at S
