The kind that came from months of never feeling safe.
My jaw tightened automatically.
“How long ago?” I asked Michael.
“About twenty minutes.”
Too close.
Way too damn close.
Trigger glanced over from the windows. “No vehicles circling the block. Street looks clean.”
For now.
Michael rubbed a hand across the back of his neck before looking at me again.
“I need her somewhere secure tonight.”
“She stays here,” I said immediately.
Felicity’s eyes lifted to mine.
Surprised.
Michael didn’t argue.
That told me everything.
He already expected that answer.
“She can stay upstairs,” Trigger said quietly.
I nodded once.
The upstairs apartments over the Last Stand were secure, private, and occupied almost entirely by Rangers andtheir families.
Safest place in Eagle River.
Felicity looked overwhelmed suddenly.
“I don’t want to cause problems for anyone.”
“You’re not,” I said.
Her eyes met mine again.
There was too much history there.
Too much pain.
Too many things, neither of us was ready to talk about.
Michael looked between us slowly, clearly noticing the tension but smart enough not to touch it.
Good man.
Felicity swallowed hard. “I should probably leave town.”
