Page 11 of Fearless Bond

“Nice talking to you!” Monty called after me, chuckling.

I ran back home and shifted in the shed. Then I dragged my clothes on and dialed Hunter. He must have been between patients because he picked up immediately.

“What now?” he barked.

“Hi, Hunter. Um. The omega I found yesterday.”

“How is he?” Hunter’s voice brightened.

“He’s great. He’s fine. Listen. Did you tell anyone about him?”

“No. Why?”

“There’s someone downtown, an alpha from the city. Looks like a posh, entitled jackass. He arrived in a black sedan. I think he might be looking for Calvin.”

My cousin sighed. “What did you get yourself into, Barclay?”

“It has nothing to do with me. But Calvin says his ex was abusive. He kicked him out of the car yesterday.”

“Who kicked out whom?”

“The ex. Pay attention! Calvin’s ex got angry at Calvin, dropped him by the roadside before the crossing to Beauville, and drove off. That’s why the boy almost froze to death. Now, said ex might be the man sniffing around right outside your office. But Calvin doesn’t want to be found.”

“Well, hell. Wait a second.” I heard a rustling. “I can see the car from my window. It’s parked on the main square, but there’s nobody around.”

“Yeah. I saw the guy by the tourist office and the grocer. He might be waiting until Jordy opens.”

Hunter blew out a breath. “Fuck. Jordy.”

“What?”

“I told Jordy. At the pub yesterday. I told him you weren’t coming to poker night because you’d found a frozen human in the forest and were nursing him back to health. Monty was there too. We might have exchanged a few jokes about you. Sorry.”

“Jordy won’t tell anyone anything, especially not a city slicker with an attitude. And I’ll message Monty to keep his mouth shut as well.”

“The pub was half full. Someone else might have overheard.”

Through the open shed door, I gazed at the pristine, snowy road leading to my house. “I should prepare for a visitor then.”

“Not sure, but it’s possible. Should I call Chickie?”

“Nah. I’ll call the sheriff myself, but I think I need to talk to Calvin first.”

“Okay. I’ll let you know if I overhear something.”

“Thanks.”

I ended the call and shot Monty a short message.

Me:If that guy from the city asks around, you know nothing.

Monty:Who is he? And what do I know I’m not supposed to know?

Me:I’ll explain later.

Monty:You’re no fun.

Well, nobody said I was.

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