Chapter Twelve
Kim Medhurst
Kim felt like she should be eating popcorn as she watched the scene unfurl before her eyes. The tension had her practically on the edge of her seat.
When he’d discovered his truck was stuck in a ditch with her hire car—though technically it belonged to her now, so they didn’t have to call it that anymore—Chastain’s face was a picture. Or a series of moving pictures, anyway. First, he gaped, utterly disbelieving. Then he frowned. Finally, the frown deepened into a glower, his brow drawn low and his eyes glinting with annoyance. “I thought,” he gritted out, placing his clenched fists side-on on the table, “you were hiding it in an outbuilding. Last I heard, Kim’s hire car was in an outbuilding. Now you’re telling me it’s actually dumped in a ditch, and you’ve c
