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“I’m sure Curt and Travis are overreacting. I don’t think I’m in any real danger.”

“Let’s hope they are,” Jake said standing and putting his empty coffee mug down. “But it’s best to be prepared. When do you leave for Dallas?”

“In a day or two,” Curt said, giving her a look.

“I don’t want to bring trouble here,” she said, remembering Curt’s earlier warning.

“Don’t worry about that, honey. I’d prefer you were here where we could watch out for you. I’ll keep an eye out for anyone hanging around. Thanks for the heads up. Take care of our Jenna.”

Warmth filled her at those words even as she saw Curt scowl.

“I better go get ready for work,” she said. “Thanks for coming over so quickly, Jake.”

“You sure you’re ready for work after everything that happened yesterday?” he asked.

“I’m fine. Thanks for asking.”

“When I asked that, you bit my head off,” Curt grumbled.

“You didn’t ask, you tried to tell me. There’s a difference.”

Travis snorted. “Good luck teaching that to him, sweetheart. Old dog, new tricks. You know how the saying goes.”

***

Jenna drove towards the florist shop. Because of Jake’s visit she now had only about forty minutes until she had to be at the clinic, and it was going to be a push to get all her errands done.

“Slow down,” Curt warned.

“Doesn’t Travis need to get back to work?” she asked. They’d left him at her place, cursing the slow Wi-Fi connection.

“I told him to go. He wants to stay.”

“I don’t understand why. He must have better things to do. Seems like overkill to have two of you here.”

“He has his reasons for being here. He’s looking for leads on The Brit.”

“But I don’t know anything about that guy, and you said it’s unlikely he’ll come for me, right?”

He sighed. “I’m not taking chances with you, Jenna, and for the moment he’s providing another pair of eyes and ears, which increases your safety.”

She pulled into a parking space.

“Come on then, you overprotective bull dog. We haven’t got much time.”

She ordered a bunch of flowers to be sent to Mrs. Childs, spoke for a few minutes to Gracen, the florist, reassuring her she was okay after yesterday’s excitement. Then as Curt moved out of earshot, she’d had to field questions about who he was and what he was to Jenna, and if they were dating. Gracen wanted to know if it okay if she asked him out. By the time Jenna left the florist’s shop, she was feeling irritated. As they left, Curt opened the door for her.

“You okay?”

“Fine. I wish everyone would stop asking me that.”

He let out a low whistle. “Hey, that’s what you get for moving to a small town. Everyone thinks they can poke their nose into your business. It would drive me nuts.”

“You really couldn’t live in a small town?”

“No way. I’ve had enough of people trying to interfere in my business. I like my privacy. I don’t want to get involved in other people’s lives. Their problems don’t interest me, just like mine are none of their business. I’m surprised it doesn’t annoy you.”

“It did in the beginning. But I kind of like it now. It means I’m never alone.”


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