It wasn't quite a scamper, but oh, it was close. As soon as she got herself into the house, she ducked behind the door and waited for Jo to follow. Then the locks. Then a sigh of relief.
"Oh, thank you," she said, back against the door. A second later, and she made a face of disgust. "I must seem like a real coward," she said, trying to laugh it off. It failed, miserably. "Just... They knew where I worked. He took me from work."
She didn't even know if they were still looking for her. It seemed foolish to think that they wouldn't be. They'd done something illegal, and she knew exactly who they were... any criminal would want to put an end to the threat of discovery, the threat of consequences. She was that threat.
Raking a hand through her hair, she headed to the coffee table where her basket of pears and apples sat covered with its hinged woven lid. Careful not to bruise the fruit, she began unloading it onto the coffee table. Jo could use this to carry what she had.
"I know he wanted to tell you," she said over her shoulder. "But he's been very careful about not telling anyone about what happened to me. I know he wanted to tell you. I'm so sorry I... Maybe I never should've answered the door... I'm sorry, Jo. You're so important to him."