Knowing that might not actually stop Noah Jordan from hunting her down, I pulled out my phone and texted Lindseythat James was with me. A quick reply with a fainting GIF came back from the lead singer of their band and a quick thanks for the heads up.
“Tell me you did not text him, Sparkles.”
“Just Lindz.”I tucked my phone back into my puffer vest.
“You’re such a killjoy.”
“I’d prefer not to have Noah driving like a maniac through my town.”
“I have his ride, duh.” At my dry look she sighed. “Fine. He’d probably drop into your boyfriend’s little Christmas village from a helicopter with full tactical gear.”
“Please tell me you’re kidding.”
She shrugged. “Wouldn’t put it past him. He gets pretty intense, but let’s not change the subject. Since when is this your town?”
I frowned. Surprised that I said it so easily. Haven had felt pretty foreign to me for the last few years, but being home for over a month had shifted some of those feelings. “I guess it is.”
“Might it have something to do with that lumberjack I saw back there?”
I sighed. “Tate is not a lumberjack.”
“Tell that to his muscles and flannel.”
I laughed. “He does look good in flannel doesn’t he?”
“I mean, not my particular pussy popping flavor but you do you, girl.”
I threw my head back. “Man, I missed your mouth.”
“Most do. And those who say they don’t are lying. Now, tell me which way I’m going. I’m not sure GPS actually understands these sickeningly sweet roads.”
“Oh, shut up.” I pointed at the road and had to swallow down a giggle. “Take a right on Starfall Lane.”
She pulled her sunglasses down over her eyes. “Gross.”
“C’mon, the name of the town is Haven. You think we’re going to have regular names for the roads?”
“Gag.”
But I saw her lips twitch. James liked to pretend she was a badass, but she was as loyal as they came and had a bit of mush under her rough and tough exterior.
“Now take another right on Reynolds Ave.”
“So, who’s the uptight Reynolds that named it that? The mayor or some shit?”
“The lumberjack.”
Her husky laugh filled the Jeep. “Oh, now that’s a story.”
“It is.” I nibbled on my lip. “Don’t make fun of him...”
“What did he do? Save a kitten from a building on fire and now he’s got a key to the town?”
“Not quite. He did win the lottery though.”
“What?” She cackled maniacally. “Now, I know you’re lying.”
“Nope. Not even a little. He’s also poured most of his winnings back into the town businesses and that Christmas insanity you saw back there.”
