uneasy anticipation of something that might happen.
“That’s a relief to hear.”
“I understand, Ms. Weston. I’ve dealt with juvenile arson and it isn’t pretty. You’re wise to be cautious, but I wouldn’t worry on this particular count. I...” He hesitated. “I couldn’t let the parent or student know how I felt, but I was rather sorry for her. She was truly terrified, though by the time her father arrived, she’d masked it well with belligerence.”
Mariah laughed. “Having met Caitlin, I can imagine. She has attitude to spare. I appreciate your speaking with me, Officer.”
“We’re here to help, Ms. Weston. I’m sorry you had trouble getting through.”
Mariah disconnected. In a way it would be easier to have an excuse to evict the O’Donnells, yet it was good to know she hadn’t read Caitlin wrong.
As for Jacob...the jury was still out. He wasn’t just a closed book she couldn’t fathom; he was an entire library of closed books.
CHAPTER FIVE
ON FRIDAY MORNING Jacob dragged himself from bed and took a walk around the perimeter of the ranch complex to loosen his muscles. It helped, though there was a distinct ache when he sat down with a cup of coffee in the mess tent.
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