Nash wheeled his truck into his driveway. After this week’s hop and skip to Atlanta, his bank account would be fat enough to stay put for a few days. He wanted a change of clothes, a beer, and to check in on his new neighbor. He’d hated leaving town right after getting her settled. Not that Rowan was exactly asking for his help. But he’d worried about her while he was away. Other than a daily text update on Robert’s progress, she’d been incommunicado since he dropped her off from the hospital. Was she home or was she still in Lawley for her daily pilgrimage?
As if conjured by his thoughts, his phone began to ring and her name flashed across the screen. Hitting answer, Nash paused on his own front porch to look out across the long expanse of acreage toward Robert’s place. “I was just about
