Page 20 of Come Back to Me

Callan: Bro, can you pick up Tee from her parents’ place, please? Colt was supposed to do it, but he got dragged in for an emergency PR meeting after today’s headlines and Zee has an emergency call.

Emergency, my ass.

Our sister-in-law just can’t stand Pigeon Creek.

It’s part of the reason why I’m here. On Tee’s mom’s front stoop.

The other reason…

Well, hell.

I don’t appreciate being anyone’s ride home, but it’s Tee and as much as I know I should avoid her, it’s like deciding to stop breathing.

I can’t do it.

She reels me in. Hook. Line. And sinker.

Has since Colton extended his permanent invitation to make the Seven Cs her home.

Who am I trying to kid?

She has since I received her first goddamn letter.

That I’m a sucker for her, even after I vowed to steer clear for her own sake, is why I’m listening to Angela MacFarlane complain about the Rabid Wolves chapter that’s decided to darken the town’s doorstep.

In mere weeks, we’ve gone from not even knowing the MC had a presence in Pigeon Creek to them making a nightly appearance like some poltergeists who wreak havoc before daybreak then disappear off this plane of existence.

“It’s a disgrace. I have my mother to think of! Their noise is keeping her awake at night. Surely, you can do something, Marshal Korhonen?”

“Unfortunately, Mrs. MacFarlane, there’s little we can do. They’re not committing any crimes.”

“They’re a public menace.”

They’re not.

But they also are.

It’s a legality they’re skirting that tells me they’ve read the handbook and are doing their level best to make life hard for me and my new team.

“Why are they coming to town?” she demands.

“They purchased the old Riddle feed store and appear to be turning it into a bar.”

Back when I was in a hospital bed, struggling to move, unsure if I’d ever be able to stand on my own two feet again, unsure if I’d ever be able to use my right arm, I never imagined I’d be okay with Karens like Tee’s mom complaining about noise disturbances.

Funny how life turns out.

As she carries on whining, I study her and wonder where Tee came from.

I guess there’sa glimpse of her here and there. In the molten-gold skin and the heartbreaker eyes. Yet Tee is nothing like her mom.

Thank Godwhispers through my mind as Angela finally grumbles, “I’ll get Christy, officer.”

“Marshal, ma’am. Marshal. Different department and everything.”

“Maybe I should contact Sergeant Reilly.” Her hand tightens around the doorknob. “He’ll be able to do something about the bikes.”

Oh, yeah, Sergeant Reilly, Pigeon Creek’s savior.

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