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"No."
"You're lying."
"No."
"You're terrible at it."
He looked offended.
"I am excellent at lying."
I laughed.
He looked entirely too pleased about causing it.
The bell jingled again.
The diner went silent.
Not completely.
Just enough.
Conversations slowed.
Heads turned.
A stranger stood inside the doorway.
Male.
Mid-thirties.
Baseball cap.
Sunglasses.
Nobody recognized him.
This immediately made him suspicious in Eagle River.
The man looked around.
His gaze landed on me.
Stayed there.
Too long.
Every muscle in Beast's body tightened.
Across the diner, three ranchers sat straighter.
Near the register, Carol picked up her phone.
Probably texting the sheriff.
The stranger seemed unaware of any of it.
