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Wolf stepped beside me.

“You can still leave,” he said quietly.

I looked at him.

He knew me too well.

“I just got here.”

“That never stopped you before.”

Across the parking lot, Trigger attempted to take the casserole from Agnes and got his hand slapped.

Nora was helping June adjust Max’s new bed.

Saint and Ace began unloading my truck without asking.

Havoc carried both bags toward the tavern.

Blaze had found the cooler.

“Anything good in here?” he called.

“Close it.”

“Beer?”

“Close it, Blaze.”

Wolf watched the men empty my truck.

“You kept the room?” I asked.

“We keep all the rooms.”

“That isn’t what I asked.”

His gaze moved toward the windows above the tavern.

“Your name has been on the door since we opened.”

I didn’t know what to say to that.

Wolf saved me from trying.

“You’re on breakfast duty tomorrow.”

“I don’t cook.”

“You’ll learn.”

“I could still leave.”

“No, you can’t.”

For the first time in three years, I almost believed him.

My room was at the front of the second floor.