“Now you're taking this alpha thing too far. Shall I whip out Old Betsy or revert to calling you Little Ayrwick?” April's direct and worrisome tone had an undercut of humor. Old Betsy was her gun.
“You can keep both those things under lock and key, sweetheart. I think we've brokered an understanding, nothing to worry about.” I contemplated asking what she would wear later, or whether she planned to stay over tonight, but decided the element of surprise offered a more tantalizing opportunity. “As much as I'd love to flirt with you, I need a favor. I still can't locate Nana D.”
April assured me she'd do a little checking, but it was too early to declare Nana D missing, since we'd had text messages and calls from her in the last twenty-four hours. “I'll tell my officers to keep an eye out f
