Beautiful, smart, impossibly stubborn woman.
I exhaled through my nose.“You’re wearing my vest.”
Her eyes widened slightly.“What?”
“My extra bulletproof vest.No argument.”
Goldie opened her mouth.
I raised an eyebrow.
She shut it.“Fine.”
Hodge chuckled.“Look at that.They compromise.”
“No one asked you,” I muttered.
He grinned.“Yeah, but that doesn’t stop me from enjoying the show.”
“Don’t steal my lines,” Gramps shouted from the bar.
Everyone paused.
Twister looked toward the bar.“You think maybe you could sit at the table with us?”
“No,” Gramps shouted back.“I’m good right here.I’ve got good hearing.”He filled his coffee cup.“I was guarding the bar.”
“From what?”Hodge asked.
“Secrets.”
Twister stared at him.
Gramps shrugged.“Truth.”
Behind him, Tempi and Britta were standing a few feet away in the kitchen doorway, looking far too innocent.
Tempi looked at Twister.“If Goldie is going, we’re going, too.”
Twister’s eyes narrowed.
She smiled sweetly.“Don’t make me ask.”
“No,” Twister and Swift said at the same time.
Goldie winced.
Britta pointed at Swift.“We talked about this.”
“No, you talked.I listened.”
“That is the same thing.”
“It is not.”
Tempi looked at Twister.“If Goldie goes—”
“Goldie has information we might need,” Twister said.“You don’t.”
