I know he is.” Noah leaned back against the bar and looked over at Caroline. His conversation with Josie had left him with a hollow, panicked sensation circling his chest. But he’d barely had time to think about whether pushing Josie away was the right thing to do before Caroline showed up at the bar with news that left him questioning damn near everything. “If Dustin’s here,” he said slowly, “why did the private investigator send proof that he was in California?” Caroline had used his dad’s computer to check her email and learned the guy Noah’d hired in California had found Dustin alive and well. Yeah, the scumbag was stalking his ex-wife, which violated the restraining order Dustin’s ex had filed. But there was no sign their former CO had followed Caroline to Oregon. Caroline threw her hands up in the air and began pacing the empty bar. As soon as she’d arrived, Noah had locked up even though he’d only opened for business five minutes earlier.
