Page 121 of The Enemy Face Off

"Uh-huh."

"Uh-huh."

"Uh-huh, what?" I try to glare at their goofy, smiling faces, but I know I'm in for a ribbing, and honestly, I'm kinda looking forward to it.

It's about damn time.

"What's the deal with you guys?" Fraser asks. "I see she hasn't killed you yet."

I chuckle. "No. She hasn't."

"Does that mean things are serious?" Culver chips in.

I run a hand through my newly-cropped hair, still not used to the feel of it. "Yeah. They are. I'm…" I can't tell these guys I'm inlove with her before saying the words to Beth, so I go with, "I'm a goner."

"Awww. That's so sweet," Fraser says, and while there's a hint of teasing in his delivery, there's also genuine sincerity there as well.

"It's good to see you happy," Culver supplies. "You deserve it…Daddy."

There's a long beat of silence at how wrong that sounded coming out of this mouth.

And then…

The three of us burst out laughing.

"Don't ever call me that again."

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. That came out even worse than I thought it would."

"So, what's been happening with you guys? How's the house hunting going, Culver?"

He and Hannah are back from six months in Italy and looking for their forever place.

"Yeah. Fine." Fraser and I exchange a look. "Okay. Not fine. Horribly."

He goes on to tell us how much of a nightmare Willow Wilkins has been to deal with, and I can totally relate.

"She's pretty intense," I say after Culver finishes filling us in.

"Can you find another agent?" Fraser suggests.

"Already on it. We're meeting with him tomorrow."

"And what about you, Fraser. Any wedding update?"

He shakes his head, his jaw tightening. "Staying engaged is the new getting married." Culver and I look at him with blank faces, so he explains, "Evie stuck that quote on the refrigerator in an attempt to convince herself that it's okay if we have the world's longest engagement, and before you ask, yes, I've told her repeatedly that plenty of people have had way longer engagements than us, but she's not buying it."

"You'll figure it out, man," Culver says, clapping him on the shoulder.

"Who's that woman?" I ask, discreetly tipping my head to an attractive woman who's walked up to Evie and her friends.

"That's Evie's sister, Harper," Fraser says.

"Hmm. She doesn't work on Main Street by any chance, does she?"

"No." Fraser eyes me suspiciously. "And why are you asking?"

I tell them about Boden, and that I'm sleuthing for clues without sleuthing for clues.

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