like the dream catchers,” Hailey said. “Did you get them around here?”
“My mother collects them,” Rex said. “She thinks they bring good luck and ward off bad dreams.”
Hailey gave a self-deprecating laugh. “I understand. Bad dreams, sometimes they seem so real.”
“Want to talk about it?”
She shook her head. Her dreams were her own demons. “What are the cages for?”
He glanced out the window, then turned to her, his expression wary. “I rescue injured birds of prey. My brothers and I train them.”
“You release them back into the wild?”
He nodded. “When we can.”
She relaxed slightly. Any man who rescued injured animals had to be more human than Thad. Then again, she’d been wrong before.
“Maybe I should call the police about the threat?” he suggested.
She immediately stiffened, her fleeting moment of safety shattered. Thad had power, influential friends. “No.”
His black eyebrow shot up. “You don’t want to report an intruder and the threatening note?”
She shook her head. “No, not yet.” She sipped the coffee, grateful he’d made it strong. “What if it was just a prank? Maybe kids…”
Although her gut instincts whispered that the threat had been real.
Someone had snuck into her house while she was gone and planted the picture to frighten her off. Someone who’d chased her into the woods and wanted her out of the Lyle house.
What would he do if she didn’t heed his warning?
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