EPILOGUE

“If I eat one more chocolate thing, I’m going to hurk.”

Ricky looked mournfully at the bowl of chocolate candy on Baxter’s shop desk.

“I told you that you got too much,” Clint said, trying not to laugh.

He was failing.

Baxter growled at them. "Don't you have something to do to keep yourselves busy? With Jarod still in Vegas, we are short a man and Xander can't do everything himself out there."

Clint held his hands up. “Fine, fine. Just put Ricky outside or something. He looks like he’s about to yak all over the place, and I'm not cleaning it up.”

“No, he’s not,” Baxter said. “Are you, Ricky?”

“No.” Ricky burped, his eye growing wide before he raced out of the office and around to the row of bushes that lined the side of the building.

“That’s just gross.” Clint watched as Ricky barfed up all the chocolate he’d eaten that morning.

“Why are you still in here?”

“Touchy touchy. I need help getting a lawnmower into the shop. Since Ricky is tossing his candy into the bushes, I could use another set of hands.”

Baxter followed Clint out to push the lawnmower from the lot into one of the bays.

“So how did the rest of the night go for Aunt Hilde?”

“Harvey and Aunt Hilde worked things out. Apparently, Harvey caught Anne Luthrow in her lie.”

“That’s good. I’m glad everything is back to normal.”

“Pretty much.”

“I wanted to ask you about something. You got a minute?”

“I guess. I am helping you push this thing. Not like I’m going anywhere.”

"Right, so, see, I was talking with Xander this morning, and he told me the craziest thing.” Clint disengaged the hydraulics so the mower could be pushed easily. “He said he saw you driving through Miltonville yesterday evening with a giant teddy bear in the passenger’s seat.”

Baxter glared at Clint. “Logan liked the teddy bear.”

“Hey, I’m not judgy or anything.”

“You looked like you were going to be all judgy.”

“No, judgy would be if you named the bear.”

Baxter remained quiet.

“Mortimer.”

Clint stopped pushing, blinking at Baxter before he burst out laughing. “Oh my shitballs. Seriously?”

“He’s a Mortimer, okay?”

Clint clapped him on the back. “The things we do for love.”

Baxter wouldn’t argue with that.

* * *

Baxter and Logan’s story continues in

The Wolf Who Saved Easter.


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