JT cocked his head. “And youaremy little sister.”
“And?” She drew out the word.
“The second I knew I had to protect you,” Wolfe started, “I looked up your family.”
She shook her head. “When did this happen?”
JT shrugged. “When was it, Wolfe? I think when I was home for the holidays for those two days. Besides, who cares?”
Wolfe nodded. “Yeah, we went fishing. Spent all day together. I know everything about JT. He knows everything about me. We’re solid in our commitment to you, Mills. It’s all good.”
If the earth had opened up and tossed her in with dinosaur bones, she wouldn’t have been more surprised. She looked over to see Brigid silently laughing. Oliver had not emerged back from the house.
Ian studied the group and lifted his nose in the air. “Hey, I smell something good. No wonder Oliver isn’t back.” He sidestepped Brigid and strode inside.
Millie wiped rain off her cheek. “Brigid, is Raider still out on a mission?” Brigid and Raider lived together and had for quite some time. It was unusual to see one of them without the other.
“Yeah, he’s north of New York right now,” Brigid said. “Don’t worry. He knows where we all are. I had to let Angus and Nari know what’s going on, too.”
Wonderful. “I didn’t want to get any of you involved in this,” Millie said slowly.
Wolfe snorted. “Honey, you should have called us the second you were in trouble.” His voice remained gentle but a hard glint darkened his eyes.
JT stared up at the sky. “I told her to call you, but she didn’t listen.”
Shock slammed through her and she gave her brother a look. “You did not.”
“Yes I did,” he said easily. “Like I said, you didn’t listen.”
She questioned whether JT and Wolfe should be friends. She lowered her chin. “Jack Trawler Frost. You tell the truth right now.”
Wolfe paused and swiveled his head to face JT. “Jack? Your first name’s Jack?”
“Yeah,” JT growled, his frown fierce. “But most people never, ever use it.”
Wolfe looked up at the cloudy sky, then down at his boots before focusing on his friend again. “Jack Frost. Your name is actually Jack Frost.”
JT sighed and gave Millie a glare that promised retribution. “My biological father died before I was born and our mother married Samuel Frost. He adopted me.”
“Huh,” Wolfe said. “Cool. I like the name Jack Frost.”
Just then, Scott and Roscoe jogged out of the forest, and Scott took in the scene before pausing, his chest heaving and sweat mingling with rain on his face. To his credit, he then continued walking toward them instead of running away, as anybody with an ounce of sanity would’ve done.
When he reached them, Roscoe panted happily and ran around Wolfe’s legs.
Wolfe leaned down to pet him. “Hey, buddy. You been staying sober?”
“No,” Scott said, curtly. “We’re trying, but he’s, erm, talented.”
“True that,” Wolfe said, scratching a deliriously happy Roscoe, then standing. “Hey, Terentson. How are you?”
Scott stepped closer to Millie as if making a claim, no expression on his handsome face. “I’m good, Wolfe. It’s nice of you to come help.”
“Absolutely,” Wolfe said, his smile widening until it reached his scar. “I brought the Villan twins and Brigid.”
Scott looked from Millie to Wolfe, surprisingly at ease. “Well, then,” he said. “We’d better get started.”
Chapter Thirty
