Page 22 of Renard's Deliverance

It’s not a freaking sign that something is wrong. All it means is that there’s a wire loose or something.

Renard just grunted. She undid her belt and turned to thank him, but he was already getting out. He stomped his way around the truck and opened her door.

“Thanks,” she told him as she climbed down.

Another grunt.

Opal rolled her eyes at his back as he headed toward the front door.

Wait . . .

“Where are you going?” she asked, running after him. Yep, she was wearing six-inch heels but that didn’t mean she couldn’t run.

She could run a freaking marathon in these shoes if she wanted.

“Seeing you to your door.”

“This town is so fucking weird,” she muttered.

“Does Devon see you to your door?” he asked.

“He waits in his car until he sees me get inside.”

“Not fucking good enough. I’ll need a chat with him about that.”

“Please don’t,” she said hastily. “Devon is a good guy.”

He muttered something under his breath that she figured she was probably better off not hearing. Reaching into her bag, she drew out her key. It had a huge fluffy pink pom-pom attached to it as a key ring.

“What the hell?”

“It’s so I don’t lose it.” She unlocked the door and turned to him. “Well, thanks.”

“Well, you’re welcome. Lock your door.”

Turning, he stomped back to his truck.

Lord save her from grumpy, impossible men.

Sometimes it felt like this town was full of them.

3

“Renard, isn’t it your day off?” Saxon walked into the kitchen with a baby in his arms.

His new baby daughter.

The kid was a cutie and Renard felt a tug in the place that should have held his heart. There wasn’t one there, of course. And he wasn’t going to fall for this baby and her cute button nose and those big, blue eyes.

Nope.

Not happening.

It helped that she was crying. What was he going to do with a crying baby? She would just upset all of the customers.

“What are you doing with her in here?” he grumbled, walking over to Saxon.

“I’m trying to settle her,” Saxon replied as he started gently bouncing the baby. “My wife is exhausted.”

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