Page 230 of Things Left Unsaid

His gaze shifts to the left. “That’s everything, Mr. Korhonen. I’ll be in touch if we have any further issues. Mrs. McAllister, I’ll take you home.”

“Will we make it? That’s the question. Or will you kill me to silence me?”

Marc coughs out a laugh. “You made your statement in front of several witnesses, ma’am. I can promise you that if anything does happen to you, I’ll be the first to report it to the RCMP.”

Juliette’s nod is stouter than stout. “Pleased to hear someone around here has a lick of sense.”

When Terry guides Juliette to his pickup truck, still on the receiving end of a tongue-lashing, Marc murmurs, “Why do I get the feeling she’s not as batty as she tried to make out?”

Because he’s correct, I just scratch my chin.

“Wonder why she waited so long to come forward.”

“With Juliette, who the hell knows?”

Colt

THE NEXT DAY

“Heard about that scene in town.”

I pause halfway up onto the saddle. When Fen tosses his head in annoyance, I let my boots settle on the ground and turn to face Theo. “When?”

“With Mary and Andrew.”

“Oh. That.”

“What did you think I meant?”

“With our Dove Bay resident.”

“What’s going on with you? You’ve barely spoken to me since December, asshole. Are you still pissed about Maria?”

His sudden burst of temper has me frowning at him. “No.”

“Liar. I had to tell you, man.”

“I didn’t blame you.”

“Are you sure?” His expression is the epitome of dubious. “Because the fact we’ve barely talked outside of work issues speaks louder than words.”

“You’re reading too much into stuff. What’s going on with you? Why are you bringing this stuff up?”

His nose crinkles. “Bea and I argued.”

“Oh.” I roll my eyes becausethatexplains everything. Theo’s as good with feelings as I am.Usually.Unless Bea’s accused him of being a robot. “When?”

“When I went to check on her last.”

“She won’t answer the door for me, so you’re doing something right. She has no idea how head over heels you are for her, does she?”

“No.” He grits his teeth. “She doesn’t. But youhavebeen acting secretive with me, Colt. Did you not want me to tell you that I saw Maria with another guy when I was in Saskatoon?”

I rub Fen’s ear when it flicks away a fly. “We weren’t official or anything.”

“I don’t understand where your head’s at. Last thing I heard you’re glum over losing Maria, next thing you’re married to the woman who killed Loki?—”

I grab him by the collar. “She. Did. Not. Kill. Loki.”

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