Felicity looked overwhelmed again. “I don’t want to invade your life.”
That sentence landed harder than it should have.
Because she still didn’t understand something.
She already had.
Sixteen years ago.
She just never realized it.
“You’re not invading anything,” I said carefully.
Her throat moved slightly when she swallowed.
Michael finally slipped his phone back into his pocket. “I’ll have agents rotating through town until morning.”
“Quietly,” I said.
He nodded once.
Good.
Last thing Felicity needed was panic spreading through Eagle River.
The town protected its own.
Violently.
And if people started realizing she was in danger?
Every Army Ranger in Texas would end up parked outside this tavern by sunrise.
Felicity looked between all of us slowly.
Confused.
Overwhelmed.
Probably wondering how the hell her life ended up here.
Truthfully?
So was I.
Trigger moved closer to me while Felicity quietly picked at another fry.
Low enough only I could hear, he murmured:
“She trusts you already.”
I kept my eyes on her. “No she doesn’t.”
Trigger glanced toward her.
“She walked into a room full of armed strangers and relaxed the second she saw you standing here.”
That hit harder than expected.
