"Oh, I almost forgot. Are you expecting a visitor?"
Megan stiffened. "No. Why?" Surely Denton hadn't found her already.
Clara shrugged. "Well, a nice clean cut young man was asking questions about you at the store yesterday." Her gaze dropped to Megan's ringless hand and a smile played at the corners of her mouth. "Maybe a jilted suitor?
Megan frowned. Of course, Clara would hardly miss the fact that her skin was lighter where Denton's ring had been. Clara didn't miss much of anything.
Megan made a face. "You didn't tell him where he could find me, did you?"
Clara shook her head, eyeing Megan thoughtfully. "No, as a mater of fact, he already knew where to find you. He was just pumping me for information on what you were doing out here."
Megan felt a twinge of fear. "What kind of questions was he asking?"
Clara watched her intently, but her tone was casual. "Oh, the usual. How long are you going to stay; if you're planning on buying the place. Stuff like that." She smiled suddenly. "Oh, I wouldn't worry. He seemed like a nice young man. Nice looking too - and drove a smart looking little car."
Denton - it had to be. But how could he have found her so soon? Had Dad given him instructions to the place, or...
"What did he look like," She asked Clara.
Clara shrugged again. "Like I said, clean-cut and good looking. Tall with dark hair...had a kind of sophisticated look about him."
So Denton had decided to follow her after all. But why would Dad give him instructions to the cabin? If Dad was going to have her followed, it was unlikely that he would have sent someone she knew. Of course, Denton was no fool. Eventually he would have thought about Scott Muldrow, and Denton could be persuasive. So that was how Denton had found her. So much for her elaborate escape plan.
"You know," Clara's voice broke into her thoughts. "He had the strangest eyes. Amber colored. Kind of pretty, but...
"Amber?" Megan interrupted in an anxious voice.
Clara nodded, eyeing Megan with suspicion. "Someone you know?"
Megan gave one shoulder a nonchalant shrug. "No. Doesn't sound like anyone I know."
It was true. She didn't know the man. She had only seen him on the plane and at the airport.
Clara gave her a knowing smile. "Well, I think he was interested in meeting you. And maybe you wouldn't mind a little...masculine company? It's none of my business, but they can't all be heaped into a pile, you know. Men, that is. This one seems like a nice young man." She winked. "At any rate, he'll probably show up on your door step some time."