Chapter 27
The other members of our EOD crew had cleared out by the time we made it back to Stooge’s apartment, and I crashed in my old bed without asking permission. It made me a little nostalgic to smell my own familiar scent on the sheets and to know that my apartment mate hadn’t even tried to find a replacement for my unruly self. Closing a door to a previous facet of my life had never been so hard.
Still, when we reconvened in the kitchen the next morning to flick cheerios at each other’s heads, it felt like old times. Only after I’d roundly trounced his a*s did I power up the cell phone Stooge had stolen from Orville’s bedside table, figuring this was the place to start if I wanted to hunt down the shifter who’d so successfully delved into my own past a week earlier.
“That’s gotta
