Although that wasn’t really necessary. He could guess who’d given it to him. Harper was about the only person he knew who’d have the money for something like this. She’d have good reason not to sign her name, too.

Yes, it had to be her. No one else made sense.

But if she was getting back with her ex-husband, why was she buying him an expensive watch?

As soon as Tobias woke up the following morning, he grabbed his phone to text Harper.

Did you drop something off at my house last night?

She must’ve been with her family—or she was trying to figure out what to say—because it was fifteen minutes before he got a response. No.

He frowned. Are you sure?

About not coming over? How could I be wrong
about that?

Could it have been someone else? He’d been so certain it was her. It had to be you, he wrote. Who else could it be?

I don’t know what you’re talking about. Did someone bring you cookies or something?

Was she just trying to throw him off the trail? Not cookies, no.

What, then?

Something much more expensive.

You’re not going to tell me what?

A watch.

Do you like it?

I love it, but I’d like to know who to thank.

Sounds like whoever gave it to you doesn’t want any thanks. If I were you, I’d just enjoy it. Are we still on for ice-skating?

He scratched his head as he read her latest. If it was her she wasn’t going to admit it. Yes, he typed.

Okay. See you soon.

That was it. She’d dismissed the subject. But she wasn’t going to get away that easily.

After pulling up his contacts, he called Uriah.

“Your truck’s in the drive,” Uriah said as soon as he answered.

“So?” Tobias asked, confused by this greeting.

“You’re calling me when you could just walk a few feet?”

Poor Uriah was wondering why Tobias was suddenly making himself so scarce, but if Uriah wanted peace and a real chance to repair his relationship with his son, it was better if Tobias stayed away. Other than a few of the assholes he’d met in prison, Tobias had never disliked anyone quite as much as Carl. “Sorry. Just woke up and wanted to ask a quick question.”

“If you come over, I’ve got some zucchini bread for you.”

“Another gift from one of your many lady friends?”

“Yup. Helen brought this one.”

“I bet it’s good, but I can’t come over right now.” Especially because chances were high that Carl would be there. He never seemed to go anywhere in the mornings, although he was probably still sleeping. “I just wanted to ask if you saw someone come by my house last night.”

“Who?”