"Kay!" Jett came sprinting down the path that led to the West farm. "Kayla!"
Kayla emerged from behind the tool shed, holding a hammer and a bucket of nails. She looked up at the sound of his call, dropped the tools, and grinned. Jett slowed as he came closer, caught her up in his arms, and kissed her.
"How are you?" he asked, setting her down on her feet.
Kayla was laughing as she swung her arms around his neck to face him. "Very well now that you're here." She slid one hand to her waist. "The stitches are gone."
Jett smiled. "About time. I was thinkin'... there's this dance Saturday at Verdant's," he said, naming the local big restaurant. "Would you do me the honor?"
Kayla smiled. "Yeah. Of course. I mean... yes."
He grinned. "Good. I'll pick you up at six then, and we can have dinner too." Then the thought hit them at the same time about what had happened the last time they had dinner. "...I'll call my dad to drive us home after."
Kayla let out a deep breath. "Okay." She looked down at her feet. "It's really stupid that we can't even go on a date without worrying about who's behind us."
"I know." Jett didn't like it either. "I keep on thinking who it could have been."
"That's the scary part," Kayla led him over to the big wooden fence and climbed up to sit on the top bar. "Who hates us so much? Who was waiting for us?"
"It had to be someone here in Wilsted," Jett reasoned. "My dad said that's the only logical conclusion. How else would they have known that we couldn't take Fairfield Street? And how would they have known we were on a date?"
Kayla shook her head. "It's really weird."
"And the worst part is, Dad and Booker have no leads," Jett went on. "It's scary."
"Yeah, but I think Booker has a girlfriend," Kayla said. "That girl that was there the night I came, I think Booker knows her."
"Oh, that's Jackie," Jett said. "Dad told me about her. And yes, she and Booker are dating. But that doesn't explain anything. Like why can't they find who this is? And who is so angry at me?"
"Or me," Kayla said. "Somebody out there has a serious problem with anger management."
Jett shook himself. "This is getting too creepy for me. I'm gonna talk to Dad about it. Meanwhile, I will pick you up at six on Saturday?" He jumped off the fence.
"Sure thing, Handsome," Kayla teased as he leaned on her knees. Jett leaned up and pulled her down slightly so he could kiss her goodbye.
As he walked down the road again, his mind was buzzing. Who? Who was it?