“They’re staring.” Dave said from behind the bar as I leaned over to place a drinks order. He was referring to Cole, Aaron and Matt, the three warriors Adam had sent to work with me.
“Ah, they’re OK. They’re puppy dogs.” I tried not to laugh at my little joke.
“I swear they’re obsessed with you.”
“Ha!” They watched me like hawks all evening and they’d take turns in patrolling outside every hour. It was ridiculous, but necessary. Between the weekend and now, a slow Wednesday at the bar, the pack had sighted the same female rogue in town and near my parents’ guesthouse. I was actually a bit scared, but I refused to let Adam know.
My parents weren’t thrilled about the constant sleeping out, so I had early dinner with them before each shift and when I worked days, I popped in after
