Page 109 of In Death, Love Survives
“So far, it’s great. I can’t wait to meet everyone.”
“Well, sad to say, you’ll get your chance soon enough.”
The bartender slides over three cold draft beers. I’m not usually a beer drinker, but I can give it a try here.
“Why is that?” I ask.
“I’m holding a meeting at our place soon. I don’t want to leave you alone,” Wolfe chimes in.
“Wolfe. I’ll be fine. You can go do what you need to.”
“Nope,” he responds before taking a gulp of the beer.
I give him a pointed stare that he doesn’t back down from.
“First beer in ages. Tastes good.” Wolfe’s grinning at me, knowing what’s running through my mind.
“I’m going to like her here,” Caleb says with a chuckle.
“What have you learned?” Wolfe asks.
“A fire broke out at one of our warehouses. It was intentional.”
“And we know that for sure?”
“Fuck, yeah. We lost a lot of our recent… shipments.”
“You can talk about anything in front of Nova,” Wolfe says.
He squeezes my thigh and keeps his hand in place there.
“I know it’ll take a while to trust me, so I can leave if you’d prefer.”
“Nope,” Wolfe answers before Caleb can.
Wolfe pulls my barstool closer to him, where I’m practically sitting on his lap instead of in my own seat.
“We need to make a plan. What should we do? This is the third one.”
“But they aren’t going for the one on Bear Drive.”
“No…”
“It’s odd, don’t you think?”
“Something is wrong with the whole scenario. Between the robberies, the fires, the fucking mess, it all feels off. Fishy.”
“I know.” Caleb sighs.
I let Wolfe and Caleb keep talking as I’m sandwiched between the two.
“Wolfe!” A loud voice shrieks.
A woman with breasts larger than my head starts prancing over to the three of us. She’s waving frantically as if she’s a longtime friend.
“Diedra,” Wolfe says.
His hold on my thigh gets tighter, almost as if he can tell I was debating shrinking inward a bit.
