Wyatt growled at anything and anyone that moved the week after Thanksgiving. He couldn’t help it. Even helping McKenna Lotus file a protective order against her boyfriend and getting a hearing date set for that, as well as pursuing criminal charges for the man driving his car into the building where McKenna worked, had not lifted his mood as much as he’d hoped.
Deirdre had gone completely silent. Wyatt had originally thought he’d fight for her. Text her until she answered him. Stop by her place just to check on her.
But as he reviewed McKenna’s order with her, he realized such things—unwanted contact. Repeated texts. Showing up at her house—could be considered stalking. Not that he believed Deirdre would ever file a protective order against him.
But he didn’t want to pressure her to tal
