She was followed by a smell of gasoline and confidence.
She took one look at the Magnolia Ladies’ “weapons” and grinned. “Potluck or prison break? I can’t tell.”
Trigger choked on his coffee.
Wolf pinched his nose like he was already tired.
But Riley wasn’t done.
She sauntered toward me, eyes narrowing. “You okay, Nora?”
“Yes,” I said.
“No,” Agnes corrected.
“She’s in danger,” June added.
“Or maybe she’s just finally interesting,” Riley said lightly.
Trigger gasped. “Riley! That’s rude.”
Riley smirked at him. “Relax. I like her.”
Then, eyeing Wolf, she added, “I also like her chances.”
Wolf growled, “Riley.”
“What?” she said innocently. “I’m just saying she’s got a built-in security team now.”
Wolf stepped closer to me unconsciously.
Trigger whispered to Havoc, “He did it again. The wolf-guarding-his-mate thing.”
“Trigger,” I snapped. “Please shut up.”
“Can’t,” he said. “Too excited.”
Before I could strangle anyone, Riley leaned against the counter. “Well, the sheriff’s office got another report this morning. Someone was seen near the water tower last night.”
Wolf’s muscles tensed beside me.
Trigger’s eyes widened. “Creeper alert!”
Havoc muttered, “This town is about to go sideways.”
Saint crossed his arms. “We need to talk to the Sheriff.”
Wolf shook his head. “Not yet. We need more information. And Nora needs—”
He stopped himself.
Everyone stared.
Riley raised an eyebrow. “Needs what, Wolf?”
Wolf looked at me.
Straight into me.
