The trunks themselves had been placed strategically in front of the shelves to be used as seats. All she had to do was buy some cushions to go on top of them.
Her store was ready for business even if she wasn’t. Her nerves were still on edge, waiting for the phone to ring again.
The deputy had taken her statement earlier and returned to his car out front. She thought another car had arrived a few hours ago and replaced the original one, but she wasn’t one hundred percent certain. She felt sorry for them. It couldn’t have been very exciting for them to have to sit and watch her house all day.
She glanced at her watch. It was just past six. “Damn.” She’d forgotten all about supper and had no idea what was in her refrigerator that she could cook for her and Jonah to eat.
She was just about to head to the kitchen to rummage through the cupboards when she heard a vehicle pulling up outside. Walking to the window, she looked out. Her heart gave a little jump. Jonah was home.
He climbed out of his truck and went straight to the deputy’s car. He leaned down and talked with him for several minutes before straightening. The deputy started his vehicle and pulled away, giving a little wave as he went.
Jonah turned away and stalked up the walkway. He was angry. She could see it in the set of his shoulders, the scowl on his face and the way he loped up the path, like some predator on the path of his latest prey.
She swallowed hard and headed to the front door. She had it unlocked and opened before he could knock. He stepped inside and shut the door tight behind him. “You want to tell me what the hell is going on?”
The massive stranger crouched in the woods just behind the house and watched the deputy throughout the long afternoon. It was no hardship. He was more at home here in the woods than he would be in the house. Besides, this certainly wasn’t the first time he’d pulled sentry duty.
He remained, unmoving, as a black truck pulled up in front of the house and a familiar man got out. He relaxed slightly, but continued to watch and wait until Jonah talked with the deputy and then strode up the walkway and into the house.
All was safe. He could leave now that Jonah was back.
Listening carefully to his surroundings, he didn’t move until he was certain he was still alone. He slipped out of his hiding spot and headed to his own vehicle, which he’d left in the parking lot of a grocery store several streets over.
He was done for now, but he’d be back. He pulled out his cell phone and checked for messages. There were none, but he knew that there would be one when he was needed again. It was time for him to get some sleep.
Chapter Eleven
Jonah’s patience was nearing the breaking point. He’d hated being away from Amanda this afternoon, but he’d a job to do. Mrs. Haskins had been a friend of his mother’s and there had been no way he could turn her down when she’d called.
Returning to Amanda’s place and finding a sheriff’s deputy parked out front hadn’t improved his mood. She’d had a threatening phone call and hadn’t bothered to contact him.
He tried not to be hurt by that fact. But coming so hard on the heels of their disagreement this morning, it was hard not to take it personally. She’d balked when he’d told her he wasn’t going to charge her for the work he’d done. He still had no intentions of doing so. All the supplies he’d needed for the job had been charged to her account at the hardware store. That was bad enough as far as he was concerned. There was no way he was going to charge her for labor as well.
He’d promised to send her a bill. He just hadn’t told her when. She’d be waiting a long time for that bill to come.
He supposed he should be happy about the fact that she wasn’t clinging to him, wasn’t asking for more than sex. That’s what he’d wanted when this whole thing started.
An affair, he’d told her. A no-strings affair was all he could offer.
He was an ass.
Somehow, this redheaded spitfire had accomplished something no other woman had been able to. She’d gotten under his skin. And she’d done it without even trying. All Amanda had done was be herself.
Unlike most women he’d known, she didn’t spend hours primping in the mirror. She had a natural beauty that shone from her no matter what hour of the day or night it was.
He’d wake up some nights and just lie next to her, watching her sleep.
Awake, she fascinated him. She was smart, courageous, had a keen sense of humor and a boundless amount of energy. They talked about everything and anything. No subject was off limits. She was passionate about what she did for a living and her enthusiasm for books made him smile.
Folks around town were starting to recognize her and they all smiled when they saw her coming. Well, everyone except Hector. He was still suspicious of Amanda and her business. Word around the coffee shop was that Hector was grumbling daily about Amanda and her new shop even though it wasn’t even open yet.
Some people were a bit too friendly. Jonah had noticed several of the single men in town, including his ex-brother-in-law, eyeing Amanda when they’d gone shopping on Main Street. He’d barely refrained from putting his arm around her and tucking her under his shoulder to keep her close. As it was, he’d had to settle for glaring at several of them.
Jim had just smirked at him and said hello to Amanda before sauntering down the street.
There was something about Amanda that reached out and twisted his guts into a knot. She belonged to him. Now, he had to figure out a way to make her see just how much she needed him.
“Amanda?” She was staring at him, her head tilted slightly upward and her stubborn jaw jutting out.
“I had a phone call. It was nothing.”
“Nothing.” Needing to do something with his hands so he didn’t wrap them around her shoulders and shake her, he stripped off his coat and hung it over one of the hooks by the front door. “So nothing had a deputy parked outside your door all afternoon?”
She shrugged, her shoulders hunching slightly inward. “There wasn’t anything anyone could do. I had a nasty call and I contacted the sheriff. That’s it.”
Unable to stand not touching her any longer, Jonah reached out and pulled her close.
He sighed in relief when her arms went around his waist, hugging him tight. “You should have called me, sugar.”
She leaned back, a bewildered look on her face. “But why? There wasn’t anything you could have done.”
He stomped down his rising irritation. “I could have come home.”
She shook her head. “I was perfectly safe. All the doors were locked. They were only words.”
He was grateful she hadn’t noticed that he’d slipped up and called her place home.
But that’s what it was starting to feel like. He’d moved back into the family home when he’d come back to Jamesville. Technically it was his home since he’d inherited it, but it had never been more than a place for him to eat and sleep. Later it became a haven for his sister and niece. But being with Amanda was as close to feeling at home as he had felt in his entire life.
“What did the caller say?”
Amanda ducked her head. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
He cupped her chin in his palm and lifted it. He didn’t want her holding back from him. “Tell me.”
She sighed and rocked back on her heels. He dropped his hand to his side, hating the separation he felt between them.