Chapter Twenty-Two
Maybelle sat in the truck outside the police station, hands clutching the steering wheel, not at all sure she could go through with her plan. Ty was already on edge, and her family, too, thanks to the gossip circuit. What she hadn’t disclosed to any of them was that they had good reason. And after last weekend’s little note on the windshield of her truck, she knew she was no longer imagining things. Ty would go apeshit if he found out about the note, and she’d end up a virtual prisoner on the ranch as a result - a fate worse than death in her mind.
Better to just quietly take care of things and go about her business. Her life plan included getting to the National Circuit Finals, and she wasn’t going to let anyone stop her from achieving that. Especially an ex-boyfriend
