Evan messaged that he was minutes away as Rowan opened her parents’ front door and let Thor inside. Her smile from Evan’s text faded as she stepped inside the house and felt the heavy atmosphere. Her dad was speaking in hushed tones to Ivy on the couch while West was curled up in an easy chair across the room, completely focused on his tablet. Ivy had already been furious about Adam when Rowan called. She’d made a hotel reservation far outside of town even though her parents and sisters had offered their homes. “I won’t let Adam affect your lives too,” she’d said.
It already has.
“Hi, honey.” Her mom took the bag of ice cream from Rowan’s hand and kissed her on the cheek. Thor had already made a beeline for West. He adored the boy.
“Is Ivy okay?” asked Rowan.
“She will be,” said Miriam. “She’s frustrated.” She glanced at the pair on the couch. “And your father is ready to skin the man if he ever sets eyes on him.”
“Me too. Where’s Iris?”
“She texted. She’ll be here in a few minutes. Turn on some music. This house feels like a funeral parlor.”
Rowan agreed. She used an app to start some Fitz and the Tantrums on her parents’ sound system, knowing West would immediately react. Moments later West set aside his tablet, popped out of the chair, and started spinning while clapping his hands as commanded by the song. Everyone stopped to watch. It was impossible to not smile at the energetic performance. By the time the next song started, the mood was lighter, and smiles were everywhere.
That song always works.
Iris strode into the house and set two bags of potato chips on the kitchen counter. She frowned at the sight of West teaching a line dance to his mom and grandfather. She jerked her head at her mom and Rowan, and the three of them moved into the foyer.
“What’s wrong?” Rowan immediately asked.
“When I was driving down this street, some guy darted from the sidewalk behind some rhododendrons three houses down. As I drove by, I spotted him peeking at me.” She looked at her mom. “Whose house is that?”
Her mother already had her phone out. “Linda’s. I’m texting to ask if she sees someone in her front yard.”
Iris met Rowan’s eyes, and she knew her sister shared her concern.
Is it Adam again?
“This is ridiculous,” said Rowan in a low voice. “We can’t jump every time we see a stranger on the street.”
“This is a close neighborhood,” said her mother. “Everyone knows everybody. I rarely see anyone I don’t know.” Alarm crossed her face as she read a text. “Linda says someone is deliberately hiding in her bushes. A man she doesn’t know.”
“Have her call the police right now. Have her tell them we’ve had problems with a . . . stalker,” said Rowan, hesitant to use the word but knowing it was accurate. “If that’s Adam causing problems, I want him taken back to jail. Lock the back door,” she ordered Iris as she grabbed the handle of the front door.
“Where are you going?” asked Miriam.
“I want to know if it’s Adam,” said Rowan. “I won’t scare him off. I want him arrested when the police get here.”
“Do you think that’s smart?”
“I’ll keep my distance. I just need a glimpse.”
“We need to tell your father.”
Rowan paused, agreeing that her father should know what was going on, but also knowing that her father would probably try to catch the guy before the police arrived. “It could be no one,” she said. “I don’t think he and Ivy need to know yet.”
Iris caught her words as she returned from locking the back door. She’d joined the line dance lesson for a few seconds on her way back, acting as if nothing were going on three houses down. “I agree with Rowan. They’ll go ballistic. Let the police handle it first.”
Rowan opened the front door and found herself staring at Evan. His eyes narrowed as he studied her face.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
Rowan stepped through the door and closed it before her mother or Iris could say a word. “Come with me for a minute.” She led him to the driveway and peered up the street. A county deputy’s car was slowly coming their way. “That was fast! There must have been a unit nearby.”
“Rowan,” Evan said, impatience in his tone.
She faced him. “Sorry. Iris saw a guy dash off the sidewalk three houses down when he saw her car, and then the neighbor spotted him hiding in her front yard’s bushes. We told her to call the police since Adam is out of jail and who knows what he’ll try.”