Walker was barely off his bike and through the front door to the packhouse when Jackson ambushed him with a well-natured smile and the request for a meeting. Walker tried fobbing him off, biting back a groan, unsure of what the whole thing was about.
He should have come through the back door.
Since he – Jackson, that was - seemed so happy, it couldn’t be about the selkies’ whereabouts like Walker guessed either.
It wasn’t like the cells were out of bounds. Anyone could have gone to check on them over the course of the day and found the cells empty.
It didn’t look like that was the case, nevertheless. There wasn’t a mob in sight.
Whatever it was, however, the male would not be put off.
Despite Walker’s assurances that they would talk later – preferably after he had time to let t
