“That bitch,” Savvy hisses.
“Savannah,” Elle gasps.
“What? She’s stalking our Clover. She tried to kill her, for fuck’s sake. She’s a bitch, and I stand by my assessment.”
“I like her.” Chase points his knife toward Savvy with a smile that’s sure to get him in trouble sooner rather than later, and Greyson fires back with a death glare that has my cousin chuckling like an asshole.
“When she comes here,” Clover says quietly, silencing the room. “And she will come. I need you all to promise me that you’ll stay away from her, stay out of the way, and let Valen and Roman’s teams handle it.”
“I’m not making that promise,” Savvy blurts.
“Savvy—”
“No, I mean it. To an extent, yes, we will take all necessary precautions, but if you think we’re going to just hide while someone threatens you? I mean, come on, Clover. Did you hit your head? There’s not a chance we’ll sit on our hands if there’s something we can do.”
“And you have law enforcement involved?” Greyson asks pointedly.
“We have a contact with the FBI we’re working with,” Grant says.
“They’re actively involved in the investigation?” Greyson pushes.
I bite my tongue.
“They know what we can tell them so far,” Sterling says. “We have reason to believe there’s…video evidence that would be…harmful if released. A video that Terra controls.”
“Harmful to whom?” Greyson growls.
“Me. Clover. My cousins. We don’t fucking know yet. It’s not a risk I’m willing to take until we know more. Are you?” I throw at him.
Greyson’s gaze jumps from me to Clover, and he slowly shakes his head. “You know it’s not.”
“If it was just about me, I would do things differently,” I say, softening my tone. “It’s not a risk I’ll take when it comes to Clover, so until Grant has more information, we work as a team to contain Terra.”
Greyson nods, but his glare could melt glaciers.
“I’ve got a shotgun,” Pops offers. “Old, but mighty and scary as hell.”
“Pops,” Madi groans. “That thing would probably backfire.”
“It’ll do the trick if push comes to shove,” Chief says, defending his friend, and I can see how easily this conversation could spiral. “But we’ve got local and federal authorities on speed dial too.”
“We have plans and contingency plans in place,” Roman says, and I offer him a grateful nod. The last thing I need is a town full of armed septuagenarians protecting my woman’s honor.
“Well,” Elle says firmly. “We have our own plans in place too. I set up an emergency text tree specifically for Clover. If any strangers wander through our town, we’ll know within minutes.”
“A text tree?” Grant’s amused despite himself. He doesn’t find humor in much these days.
“Welcome to Happiness,” Clover says, now flashing her radiant smile. A fist releases its hold on my heart at the sight. “Where everybody knows your business before you do.”
“That’s a great idea for the welcome sign,” Pops shouts.
I’m not sure he has another volume setting.
“Yup, you should enter it into the running,” Chief agrees.
“This town’s amazing.” Chase laughs.
“It is,” Savvy agrees. “But it’s also the safest place you could be because everyone’s watching your business.” She grins, and it’s unsettling. I wouldn’t want to be the one to cross her.
