“You’ve met Rudy and Teddy,” Gage said, his stomach still swooping from left to right. He’d learned to control it in the military, but he’d been retired for a couple of years now. He knew how to handle stress, and he knew how to keep his eyes peeled for danger. He just hadn’t had to deal with such things much here in Carter’s Cove.
He glared at his friends, whose prank was certainly not funny.
“Yes,” Sheryl said cordially. “I think Rudy was the one who pushed me into the van.” She smiled as she said it, but Gage could hear the undercurrent of discomfort in her voice.
They laughed and Sheryl stepped into her own kitchen to start setting up the food. That was exactly what Gage didn’t want her to do. She’d had a very long day, with several more to come. He did too. He just wanted a quiet n
