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“What’s that?” he asks.

I read the text.

Linc: You’re forgiven. Though some of your big cookies would not go unappreciated as an apology gesture.

I write back.

Consider it on my to-do list.

I smile.

“Linc?” he asks.

“Yeah. He forgives me. But wants me to bake him cookies.”

“The fuck you are,” Grey grumbles.

“I already said I would.”

His eyes flare with annoyance.

“I don’t mind.”

Grey licks his teeth behind his closed mouth, exuding irritation.

“I’ll let you try them first,” I offer.

“You’d better.”

I caress his face and his expression softens.

“I love you,” I say.

“I know, mate. I love you, too.”

I smile, leaning back in my seat. I watch the scenery go by as Grey takes us toward Arcana Falls.

A car in front of us pulls off and I’ve now got a view of the back of Jared’s Airstream and my face falls as I consider that Wyatt’s in there. Unconscious and tied up. And unable to shift.

Will they call for the SCC to pick him up?

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“There’s a town hall meeting starting up in about five minutes, Blossom,” I call out to my mate who’s talking to Amelia in the parking lot. She gave me a minute to speak to my father off to the side, but he’s gone in.

“I’ll head home. Brunch the day after tomorrow at Roxy’s?” Amelia asks.

“Sounds awesome,” Stacy says.

Amelia waves at me and gets into her car. Jase’s mom drives away with a traumatized Sherry in the passenger seat. I turn to watch Linc and Joel pull the unconscious, hog-tied Wyatt out of the back of Jared’s RV. They drop him on the ground.

“Oopsie daisy,” Linc quips.

Joel throws his head back and laughs.

“I’m gonna grab my suitcase,” Stacy says, stepping over her brother. “And use the bathroom in there real quick.”

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