Patch sat his empty coffee mug in the sink and took a bite of the croissant Delaney made for them in the early morning. He heard her moving around all night after the trespasser situation, so he figured she started cooking as soon as the sunlight rose over the woods.
There had been no one within a few hundred yards of the place, but if Delaney had scared them away, they wouldn’t have been closer.
Patch finished his breakfast and put on his vest. Dillon’s snores came from the living room couch, his shoes scattered along the dining room like he lived there, which was starting to look like the case.
Patch grunted, grabbed his keys and headed out of the door. It was his shift at the garage and Daz mentioned Patch filling in for Lonney on a run later that day.
He’d made a pact with the
