Chapter Twelve
Samara ignored Jerry the next morning as she placed the last box containing her personal belongings into the back of her truck. The others had either given up on trying to antagonize her into giving in to their demands or had left for work. For some reason, only Jerry seemed determined to continue their futile battle.
“You need to stay away from Paul Grove’s ranch,” he suddenly stated.
“That’s not happening,” she replied.
Jerry looked over his shoulder at the closed front door before he jumped off the front porch and stood next to her. She continued to ignore him. Lifting the tailgate, she made sure it was secure. A sharp hiss slipped from her when Jerry grabbed her arm. She yanked it free.
“What do you know about that guy that was with you yesterday?” he demanded.
She
