She wasn’t sure why he wasn’t allowed there, but his fear was real. There was no denying it, and she was sure it wasn’t something he showed lightly.
Or showed to others as a rule.
“I can eat somewhere else.”
That actually lightened the air between them. “You sure?” he asked.
“Absolutely. There has to be a Wendy’s or McDonald’s nearby.”
His relief was tangible.
How absolutely weird. She wasn’t quite sure what to make of this.
What a peculiar weakness.
As Luke started to leave, Helly leaned over the seat and shoved her fist in Luke’s face.
“Got it, boss!”
“So I see.” He put Delilah back in park before he moved her hand out of his face and offered his palm to Helly.
Smiling, she dropped the fur in his hand and sat back. “Did I miss anything while I was gone?”
“We almost stopped at a Chick-Fil-A.”
Helly’s eyes widened at Sorcha’s words, then she hissed like a cat. “Oh, we don’t go there. Ever.”
So, Luke wasn’t the only one with that ban. Just what other weaknesses did they have?
Sorcha scowled as Luke sniffed at the fur Helly had given him. “Where’s Timmy, Lassie? I have a Scooby snack if you can find the well.”
He slid a murderous glare toward her. Without commenting on her bad humor, he turned in the seat to look at Helly. “Did you smell this?”
She nodded.
Something strange passed between them.
“What is it?” Sorcha asked.
He held it out to her. “Take a whiff.”
She screwed her face up in distaste. “Um…no. Rather not.”
Scoffing at her reaction, he moved it closer to her nose. “Seriously. It won’t bite.”
“No, but it might stink.” That was her biggest fear. Choking on who knew what.
“Smell it.”
Sorcha curled her lip. “You’re not going to let this go, are you?”
“I am not.” No missing the determination in that gravelly voice.
Irritated, she took his hand and led it closer.
Not sure what to expect, she leaned toward his palm and did as he asked. “I don’t smell anything.”
“Exactly.” He handed the fur back to Helly.
