Nope, there was no reason for her to be waiting around on Curt Nolan to get out of jail.
So why were you there?
Because she’d been worried about him. Duncan had been furious after Curt punched him. The former linebacker was a big guy. She’d felt like she needed to vouch for him. After all, he didn’t normally go around punching people. He’d just been . . . what? Worried about her?
A small tendril of warmth unfurled inside her. But then she squashed it, remembering how cold he’d just been. She sighed. This had been a hell of an afternoon. She just wanted to go home and forget all of it.
Jenna shuffled her way down the pavement, muttering about rude, arrogant men. She wished like hell her car wasn’t parked back at the clinic. What had seemed like an enjoyable walk in the sunshine during her lunch hour was now an excruciatingly slow, painful shuffle.
“Jenna? Are you all right?” She looked up as Joel Saxon approached. He ran his gaze over her, his eyes widening slightly. “Who did this to you?”
“No one.”
“No one? You did this to yourself?”
“I mean, I don’t know who he was.”
“Where is he?” His voice had taken on a cold, deadly tone, and a shiver ran down her spine. Probably just as well the purse snat
cher was safely ensconced in a cell. She would not like to get on the bad side of Saxon.
“The sheriff has him locked up.”
He looked over at the jail. “That so?”
“You didn’t hear what happened?” she asked. Gossip tended to run rampant in most small towns, and Haven was no different. Maybe no one was game to share gossip with Saxon, although she’d be surprised if much of anything got by him.
“I’ve been in Freestown, just got back. I was on my way to talk to Jake about something. What happened?”
“Oh, this young kid snatched Mrs. Childs’s purse and knocked her down. Then he bumped into me. Daisy went all protective over Mrs. Childs, and we had to coax her away so the paramedics could get to her.”
“We?”
“There were lots of people around,” she said vaguely, trying to ignore the way his cold eyes narrowed in warning. Time to get out of here. “I won’t keep you. Have a nice day.”
She started to shuffle off again, trying to move quicker than she had before.
“Jenna,” he said in a low voice just as she heard Curt call out to her. She stiffened then winced again. Damn it, at this rate it was going to be midnight before she got to soak her aches away.
Saxon looked over her shoulder. “Who’s that?”
“That’s Curt.”
One of Saxon’s perfectly formed eyebrows rose imperiously. He had the kind of looks that made you pause and take a breath. Arresting, almost majestic. Top that with a very forceful personality, and he was a man who was used to people hanging on his every word and obeying him without question.
She was certain she’d never have the strength to go against him. Not that she ever intended to battle him.
“A friend?”
“Yeah, sort of. He was married to my cousin.”
“Oh. It didn’t end well?”
“She died. I don’t think he’s gotten over her.”
He eyed her as Curt rushed over.
“Sometimes we tend to see the past through rose-colored glasses. We remember all their good points and none of what was wrong. And because we’re focused on the past we don’t see what’s standing right in front of us.” He was looking straight at her as he said that.