As the car jutted backwards, the blonde kept a firm grip on the bat. The only thought going through her mind was the idea of survival. And the sheer hope of two things; one would be that she was wrong and this person did not mean her any harm or two, her father would witness the fall of his own daughter and know that he needed to stay inside of the house and keep himself safe. Either way the situation would not end well for her.
 
Could you blame her for being stressed though? She nearly got smashed by a bus, her boss nearly died in her arms and now she’s covering the mafia case because no one else is willing to get their hands dirty. No wonder the poor girl was on edge. As the car whipped its 90 degree turn, she tightened her grip on the handle of the metal bat until her knuckles were white. Sure she demanded that he get out of the car but now the realization of the driver being able to roll down the window and fire became all too real. The door opened and feet hit the ground making the only sound to echo around the farm after the wind had blown through.
 
Uh-oh…
 
She recognized the person as soon as he stepped out of the car and began to speak. Her bat tinged against the ground as her small hands lost all their gripping ability. The surprise of seeing each other seemed to meet head on when he realized his last name and the name of the farm owner were the same. Her face exploded into redness and she quickly scooped back up the bat and tossed it into the bed of the truck. Boy was she ever on high alert and now she looked like a complete fool in front of someone she owes [i]so[/i] much to. God she was an idiot!!

“I am so sorry Mister Moran.” Jonna said as sincerely as she could through her embarrassment. “Yes I… I am Marcus’s daughter Jonna. And…. I am also an idiot. Sorry for… pulling a bat out on you… since the last time we met, outside of you helping me load the truck, a lot has happened.” She let out the air she had been holding it and her shoulders fell from the tense position she had locked them into for so long. “Not that I’m ungrateful for you giving me that interview… I’m just…” She let out a defeated sigh, “Making a fool out of myself for continuing talking.”

 Shaking her head from side to side in an attempt to forget about just how stupid she made herself look. “Patches is in the stables, apparently dad moved my horse, Bucky next to Patches and they’ve been getting along enough not to kick it the stalls. He hasn’t let them out to play with each other but it seems like Patches it making a slow and steady improvement.” Turning her back to him she took another deep breath. God she was an idiot. The one person, the [b]one[/b] person she would not want to make a fool of herself in front of she just pulled a bat on… oh man, she was stupid…

Pulling the tailgate open, she felt her face calm down as she looked at the bags in the bed. Turning back to him she gave him a pleasant smile. “If you’re still willing to help someone who pulled a bat on you, I will gladly take you up on that offer.” She left the back of the truck to grab the waiting wheelbarrow and brought it back to the back. “If not, I completely understand but it was either going to take me ten trips to get each bag to the stable or I have to watch my dad do it and he’s too stubborn to accept help so… it could take him about the same time.”