“Our town handles trouble fine.”
The confidence in his voice should not have comforted me.
It absolutely did.
Trigger pushed away from the bar. “I’m gonna lock the back entrance and call Wolf.”
“No,” I said quickly.
Both Rangers looked at me.
“You can’t involve more people.”
Trigger blinked slowly. “Sweetheart, if danger followed you here, it already involves more people.”
That shut me up.
Because deep down?
I knew he was right.
Hersh stepped closer again, lowering his voice. “Did your FBI guy say what was in the package?”
“No.”
“You think it was a threat?”
“I think…” My voice faltered slightly. “I think they found me.”
Silence.
Heavy.
Immediate.
The easy atmosphere inside the tavern vanished completely.
Hersh’s expression hardened in a way I’d never seen before.
Not anger.
Calculation.
Army Ranger.
And suddenly I understood something important:
The boy I fell in love with no longer existed.
This man had seen things.
Done things.
Danger didn’t scare him.
It focused him.
“Okay,” he said calmly. “Then here’s what’s gonna happen.”
