Chapter Eighty-Five
Trina’s POV
The purr of the bike grinds to a halt as we arrive at the front of the packhouse. Jake doesn’t want to drive in with me behind him because that will raise a lot of questions with Mandy, who has no idea I am Logan’s mate and will want an explanation. We already have a dramatic Anne on our hands and I don’t think I want another.
Handing his helmet back to him, I walk briskly inside on foot, weaving through the tall plants at the side of the lawn, past the garden, and into the kitchen. Imelda leans away from the island as her eyes fall on me, already laden with questions before her lips part open.
“Where have you been?” she demands her body in a perplexed stance. “Anne has been yelling the whole packhouse down searching for you. Although, that doesn’t make
