"Not everything," I said, nuzzling her neck. "I still have your shelf bra and your shoes."
"As hot as that was, I can't make dinner in that outfit," Josie said.
"All your conference clothes are here too," I offered.
"Are any of my yoga pants here? Or my comfy T-shirts?" Josie asked. "No. Why the FBI needs all of that is beyond me. Where do they even store a tiny house? And they have my purse! My driver's license is in there. And all my candy."
"Your priorities seem a little out of whack," I told her.
"Josie!" my little brothers yelled when we walked into the kitchen.
"We have everything chopped for pizza," Henry said proudly.
"And we took the extra dough you made out of the freezer," Adrian said.
"Oh, Adrian, I'm sorry," Josie said, hugging him. "I never should have let Anke near you. She hinted that she was after a Svensson brother, but—"
"You just thought it was one of the awesome ones and not one who has no common sense and can barely function in society?" Archer interjected from his spot at the large island.
"Stop being mean to Adrian," I told him, "or I can scrounge up that vegan bread, and you can eat that for dinner."
"Is that still around?" Josie asked, grimacing. "I thought we threw that away."
I watched as Josie washed her hands and started making pizzas. Her clothes were kind of wrinkled, and her hair was frizzy from the rain and then air drying in the Harrogate police station. She was messy and amazing.
Hunter came and stood beside me. "I told you so."
"Ever think about taking your own advice?" I asked him.
He scowled. The doorbell rang, and Otis and Peyton raced to answer it. "The mayor is here!" they exclaimed, racing back into the kitchen.
"Mayor Barry?" I asked.
"No, the pretty one!"
Hunter's scowl got even deeper.
"Something smells good," Meg said as she entered the kitchen.
"I'm making pizza," Josie replied, waving a floury hand.
"Stay for dinner?" I offered. "There's plenty of food."
"Is there?" Archer asked.
"You can have some of Hunter's pizza," Garrett said casually.
You could freeze something with the look Hunter shot Garrett.
"I came by to bring you your purse," Meg said, holding out Josie's bag.
"Did you get her tiny house out?" I asked Meg.
"Unfortunately, the FBI is impounding it."
"What are they going to do with a tiny house?" Archer mused.
"Agent Donley is probably going to take his love interest there," Josie said as she rolled out the dough.
