“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 g*n.
“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
