“I’m going to call that in to Griff.I’ll call you right back, then stay on the line with you until you arrive.I’ll meet you at the station.”His calm authority soothed my frazzled nerves.
After a tense ten-minute drive, we took the exit for the police station.
Katie let out a sigh of relief.“He’s not following anymore.”
By the time we pulled up to the station, my hands were well and truly shaking.
“You did so good, girl.”Katie gave my hand a gentle squeeze.
Hudson appeared at my window, opened the door, and pulled me into his arms.“You okay?”he asked, holding me tight.
“Fine.”
“She was a total badass,” Katie said with pride.“I wasn’t even worried.”
I shot her a shaky smile.“That makes one of us.”
“Griff has a BOLO out on the license plate.Hopefully Highway Patrol can catch up to him.”
I met his gaze.“Do they have cause to pull him over?”
“Oh, I’d imagine they can come up with something.”He slipped an arm around me and guided me into the station, Katie following behind.
“You two alright?”Griffin asked as we walked into the station, concern etched across his face.
“We’re fine,” I assured him.“Not sure what that was about.”
“We’re running the plates now.Hopefully something turns up.”
Katie adjusted the strap on her bag.“As fun as that was, I think I’ll head home.Hopefully I’ll catch a nap before tonight.”
“I can drive you,” Hudson offered, but she was already waving him off.
“I literally live down the street.It’s fine.Do you mind dropping the supplies at my place at some point before the fundraiser?I’ll still see you tonight, right?”She raised a hopeful brow in my direction.
“No problem and we wouldn’t miss it,” I assured her over Hudson’s protesting grumble.I leveled him with a look.“Kittens.”As far as I was concerned, nothing else needed to be said.
Griffin snorted, and Hudson sighed in defeat.
Griffin’s brows furrowed as he glanced down at his computer screen.“License plate is registered to a Spencer Jones.That mean anything to you?”
Hudson stiffened at my side, his answering rumble of fury confirming he did.“Motherfucker,” he growled.“He’s that bottom-feeding blogger I’ve told you about.He’s after a motherfucking story.I’d bet money he broke into Lucy’s place too.”
“How did he even hear about me?”I asked, more curious than alarmed.
“Who the hell knows.There have been enough prying eyes in town.Someone could have snapped a picture at some point, giving him enough ammo to try to break the news.He’s always looking for ways to up his audience, and he doesn’t give a damn what—or who—might get in the way.”
“Well then, let’s beat him to the punch.”I shrugged.
Both men looked at me in surprise.Then Griffin’s gaze sparked with approval.“She has a point.If you share the news yourselves, it’s on your terms.You take away his ability to do it first—and anyone else who might have the same idea if they get wind that you hooked yourself a woman.”
“Hooked himself a woman?”I arched a brow.“Did we transport back to the 1800s?”
Griffin merely grunted, having become acquainted with my teasing.
Hudson looked down at me, his expression cautious.“You would be okay with that?”
“Well, it seems like it’s inevitable.Might as well let the cat out of the bag.”
