“Are you sure you don’t want the medics to check you both out?” Charlie helped Lane up the small embankment, which wasn’t as steep as it looked or felt when she was driving off it. “I’d feel better if you did.”

“No, I think we’re mostly just shaken up.” Lane looked back at her Jeep. “Is it drivable?”

“Probably, but I can drive you and Noah home. We’ll need someone to tow the truck back up to the street and you’ll definitely want someone to take a look at it to be on the safe side.”

The drone of another siren filled the air. The ambulance pulled up and Lane blew out her breath. If she saw one more ambulance in her life, it’d be too soon. A look passed between Charlie and Sheriff Huggins. An unspoken message.

“Noah, do you want to check out what’s inside the ambulance?” Charlie asked, holding out his hands.

Without a second’s hesitation, Noah climbed into Charlie’s arms and the two of them walked toward the waiting ambulance.

“Lane, can you tell me what happened?” Sheriff Huggins said as soon as Noah was out of range.

The ordeal felt like it had lasted forever, but in truth it probably lasted only as long as it took for her to describe it to Sheriff Huggins.

“Charlie gave me a brief rundown on the way over here about a man who’s been nosing around your place. Asking questions. He said your alarm went off and you saw something that made you think that same man had returned.”

Lane sucked in a breath. She wasn’t angry with Charlie for sharing the information. Ms. Byrdie had already asked Lane to describe the man so she could be on the lookout for him. Part of Lane was grateful for so much concern, but another part of her felt silly. Like she was burdening them with one more reason to watch out for her.

“Lane, did you recognize the drivers?”

“No, the windows were too dark.” Lane blinked. “Wait, you don’t think the guy I caught at my shop was one of the drivers, do you?”

Sheriff Huggins ran a palm across the back of his neck. “Honey, I don’t know, but in all my years I’ve never heard of such reckless driving on these roads. And you’ll remember I lived through the whole Rebel without a Cause era.”

Lane cracked a smile at the reference but couldn’t ignore what Sheriff Huggins was suggesting. There were two drivers—not one. It couldn’t have been the same guy. Because if it had been, did that mean he’d meant to terrorize her and Noah on the road? Had he wanted to hurt them? The uneasy feeling Lane had tried to leave behind at Miguel’s returned.