She turned to make her way back to her vehicle, when something shiny caught her eye. She tried not to panic as she stared in confusion at the luxury sports car sitting in the driveway of the house next door, Garrett’s rental property and Sparrow’s former home, that should have been vacant.
Concern for her own safety prickled the hairs at the nape of her neck when a man emerged from the house. Tanned, toned, and strikingly handsome, he started doing stretches in his running clothes.
Frozen where she stood, she desperately pleaded with her body to get into her car quickly and quietly. She could do this. Surely the man had a reason for being there. After all, squatters didn’t wear designer workout clothes and drive sports cars. She needed to read through Gabriel’s notes again. She had to have missed something about Garrett’s property.
Once she got back to the dairy, she’d sort it all out. There had to be some employee who could take time out of his busy schedule to run over there and check the property in her place. She was in charge, so she could assign this to someone, too. She had convinced herself she was actually being quite smart about the whole thing, managing her time wisely. She’d think on it later.
Right now she needed to get out of here and call Gabriel. Immediately. She’d taken a few shaky steps when she heard gravel crunching. The mystery man was on the move. Their eyes met. He was jogging in her direction. She picked up the pace. If only she could make it to her car before he did...
And then, as quickly as her feet could carry her, she stopped worrying about schedules and checklists and workload delegation. She had a bigger problem at hand.
Making it to safety before this strange man reached her.
