Tim had said not to mess with anything, but she'd heard the anger in Kelli's tone when she mentioned the feds.
Kelli's gaze grew haunted, and Lana couldn't imagine what she'd seen during her journey from Georgia to the small town of Randolph.
Lana flushed at the matter-of-fact tone Mike, Kelli's husband, took.
Lana couldn't help feeling irritated at the assurance in Kelli's voice.
Kelli's gaze went to the generator.
Kelli's features were drawn, her gaze distracted.
Kelli's voice had grown softer.
Kelli's smile was genuine.