With shaky hands, Poppy zipped her suitcase. Her tears had abated, but she felt numb, as if shed been doused with ice water. She distractedly scanned the bedroom one last time but realized she had no idea whether shed managed to get everything. Her mind was still on Hunter, on the rage shed seen on his face and heard in his voice.
This is a misunderstanding. Of course, it looks like I knew about the eminent domain filing, but once he calms down a minute, hell realize that I was just as in the dark about it as he was. Hell see reason. Im sure of it.
She slid the strap of her purse over her shoulder and pulled the rolling suitcase behind her as she left the bedroom and went downstairs. All was quiet in the house as she made her way out the front door.
Hunter was standing in the middle of the drive, his back to the house. Rolly and the two ranch hands had returned to the barn and were watching Hunter curiously.