June huffed. “It’s for self-defense, Nora. You can smack a grown man senseless with a good swing.”
Mabel clicked her lighter. “And I’m ready to flame-throw anyone who comes near you.”
I pointed at her hands. “Please put the fire away.”
Agnes held up the rolling pin like a medieval club. “We heard about last night.”
I nearly dropped my coffee. “How?”
June scoffed. “Honey, we know what time you sneeze. Of course, we know someone was creeping around behind you.”
“It could’ve been a raccoon,” I said weakly.
“A raccoon wearing boots?” Mabel countered.
Agnes narrowed her eyes. “Wyatt Maddox walked you home. That man doesn’t rattle easily. If he hesitated, then something is wrong.”
My heart kicked uneasily.
Wolfhadhesitated.
He’d scanned the street twice.
He’d stayed in my yard longer than necessary.
I lowered my voice. “Maybe we shouldn’t talk about this in public.”
“Agreed,” Mabel said. “Let’s talk about your boyfriend instead.”
I nearly choked. “He is NOT—!”
The door chimed.
Trigger swaggered in first, holding a cup of coffee and looking like he’d been up all night.
Saint followed behind him, carrying a toolbox and a bag of pastries.
Havoc stomped in last, probably attracted by the scent of danger.
And then…
Wolf.
Tall. Serious. Quiet.
He stepped inside, eyes immediately locking on me.
It was unfair how every nerve in my body recognized him instantly.
Saint waved. “Morning, ladies.”
Mabel aimed her hairspray at him. “Don’t sweet-talk us, Saint. We’re on high alert.”
Trigger froze mid-sip. “What the hell is happening?”
June shook the colander at him. “Threats! There are threats in this town!”
Havoc rubbed his forehead. “Please tell me you’re not arming yourselves with cookware.”
