Chapter 4It had taken some thought, but I finally figured out a way I could let Colby know I was willing to talk, and listen, if he wanted to, without being creepy.
Okay, maybe it was a little creepy. But I hoped he would also find it thoughtful.
Colby was still in town. He was staying at the Wolf’s Paw Inn, which was owned by a pack member. Tom was one of the older wolves, a midpack wolf like myself, and liked it that way. The Victorian he’d renovated was wonderful, and he’d landscaped the courtyard to be an oasis on West Street. I’d helped him with some of the bigger projects.
So I left my gift with Tom, who assured me he would make sure Colby got it. And let me know if the man didn’t want it.
Already three days had passed. It had taken me time to find the perfect offering at In Libr
