8
CLINT
I couldn’t sleep. There was no f*****g way I could while thinking about seeing Becky fix her own flat tire. Not just flat. Slashed. I’d respected her request that I leave, but that didn’t mean I was abandoning her. Hell no. Space, she got. She also got me, and I was going to figure out what the hell was up with her ex. It was how I could protect her. For now.
I researched the f**k out of Becky’s and Todd’s case into the night. In Helena, there was a shifter who was a lawyer and a damn good one. Selena Jennings. She was the kind of attorney humans paid eight hundred dollars an hour for. I said humans because she usually did her work for her own kind pro bono, not that I wouldn’t be willing to pay her. I’d pay her anything to make Becky happy, and I had a feeling that would start
