going out there to investigate alone didnât do good things to her blood pressure. Her father was dead. Sheâd been in the hospital. Any number of things could happen to Ryan. And the thought of bad news happening in threes was fresh in her mind.
She pushed herself up and followed him. He must not have noticed because he said nothing to stop her. And if heâd known, he wouldâve stopped to help her. He was locked on to something.
Only a few steps behind him, she still didnât get a good look at what had caused the noise. The front door was closing, though.
Someone had been in there.
âFred?â Ryan called out as he bolted through the front door.
She couldnât get there fast enough to catch him. By the time she made it across the room with Arthurâs help, Ryan had returned.
âYou expecting anyone else?â Ryan asked the older man.
âNo. We get kids running through shouting inappropriate things sometimes for laughs.â This was the first time the old man broke form. Disgust was in his eyes.
âDonât they normally say or do anything?â Ryanâs gaze moved from Arthur to his SUV. He must be remembering what had just happened to his tires at the hospital.
âYes. But you never know whatâs going on in the mind of a teenager.â Arthur shrugged, his compassionate demeanor returned.
Ryan turned to Lisa. She tried to command her body to stop trembling.
âYou want to do this by phone?â he asked.
She nodded.
âIâm sorry to have wasted your time, Arthur. This isnât a good idea for her right now,â Ryan said firmly, leaving no room for doubt that they were about to walk out the door.
âI understand. Call when youâre ready to talk.â Arthur produced a card from his pocket.
Lisa thanked him and walked to the SUV with Ryanâs help.
Once they were inside and he took the driverâs seat, she said, âIâve had a bad feeling the whole time weâve been here.â
He turned over the ignition. The engine hummed to life.
âThatâs because we were being watched.â
Chapter Six
âI need to ask this straight out, Lisa. Did an ex-boyfriend do this to you?â Ryan knew he might make her retreat by being straightforward like that, but he needed to know.
âNo.â
âAre you being honest with me?â Again, he had to ask. It was the only thing that made sense to him, given everything heâd witnessed so far, and especially the way sheâd watched the door at the hospital as though she was expecting someone to come in. Expecting wasnât the right word. It was more like fearing.
âIâve never lied to you, Ryan.â She sounded hurt.
Maybe he shouldâve trusted his initial judgment and left it alone. This was a no-win situation. She wasnât giving him anything else to go on.
âThen tell me whatâs going on with you. Who hurt you? I know itâs not random.â He pulled the SUV onto the county road, checking the mirrors in case anyone followed them.
âIâm afraid to tell you. I donât want to make everything worse. I just need a few days to heal and figure this out.â
âFigure what out?â he parroted.
âCanât we just leave it at that?â
âNo. Not when you could get hurt again. Not when I canât protect you. Not when some unknown threat can pop up at any time.â
âItâs not a boyfriend, but it is something from my past. I can assure you that Iâm the only one he wants,â she said quietly.
âTell me his name.â Ryan kept his gaze focused on the road ahead, waiting for her to give him a name.
Neither spoke for the rest of the ride.
As soon as they got to his house, Lisa asked if he minded if she went to bed early.
âEat first.â He grilled a simple meal of beef kabobs with pineapple chunks and slices of green bell peppers for her while she was in the