“Hi, Sabrina,” he said in his gravely voice. He continued to the counter and swung his small butt into the stool and greeted everyone there by name, and they knew him too. Must be a Hobart hang-out.
“You know him?” Jack asked me, looking over his shoulder at Hobart.
“Yeah,” I said, watching his reaction to the werewolf.
“Be careful, I've heard things about him.”
I smirked. “Really?”
“He's dangerous.”
“Not to me, he isn't. He protects me.”
“Really?”
“Yes. We're friends. He comes and plows my driveway.”
“Probably wants to plow something else.”
I snickered. “Yeah.” I nodded. There were things I just couldn't share with Jack right then. “You could be right about that.” I tried to keep from chuckling out loud, and took a last swig of coffee. “This was nice to get to know you, again, J
