“…he doesn’t do this for random people.”
A chill skittered down my spine.
“So what do we do?” I asked.
Tate sighed. “You go about your day. Normal as possible. And you—” He pointed at Wolf. “Stay glued to her like paint.”
Trigger raised a hand. “Can I be glue too?”
Saint grabbed his hand and lowered it. “No.”
Wolf nodded once. “I’m with her.”
The Sheriff slipped the coin into an evidence bag. “I’ll run this through every database I’ve got. And Wyatt—keep your head on a swivel.”
Wolf’s voice darkened. “Always.”
Tate jerked his chin at me. “Nora? You call me if anything feels off. Anything.”
“I will,” I promised.
The Sheriff left with the coin, the door shutting behind him.
Silence settled over the room.
Trigger finally exhaled dramatically. “Welp. That was terrifying. Who wants breakfast?”
Havoc grunted. “Not now, Trigger.”
Saint looked at Wolf. “You’re taking her to work.”
Wolf didn’t hesitate. “Yeah. She’s not going anywhere without me.”
I crossed my arms. “You know the library is two blocks away, right?”
Wolf looked at me like I’d said the moon was made of soup.
“You’re not walking there alone. Ever again.”
Trigger clutched his heart. “I love when he gets bossy.”
Havoc smacked the back of his head. “Stop talking.”
I grabbed my bag. “Fine. But I don’t need a military escort.”
Wolf stepped closer, lowering his voice. “You almost had someone on your porch at dawn.”
Point taken.
“Okay,” I whispered. “You can come.”
Trigger fist-pumped. “Yesss! Field trip!”
Saint glared. “You’re staying here.”
“Aww come on—”
“No.”
