Henry
The women hug for a long time.
While they do, I walk over to Quirin. “Don’t growl at my mate.”
“Don’t growl at me,” he says. “She underestimated me once before. I don’t appreciate her doing it again.”
When they finally release each other, both wiping their eyes again, I pull out my phone. I find Wendy’s number and open my arm when Piper turns back to us. She walks into my embrace, and I wrap my arm around her as I call Wendy, putting the call on speaker.
“Henry? Is everything okay? Yorrie said you and Piper had something come up and you won’t be here this weekend. I’m assuming this is about what we found?” she whispers the last part.
“It is. Do you happen to be with Hacker?”
I can almost see her look up at Hacker.
“Yes, I’m here,” Hacker says.
“We need a private conversation
