Chapter Twelve
Taryn was bouncing between curious and irritated and validated. Obviously she had been at least a little bit right to think there was something strange about the man in her shop, or Caleb wouldn’t have known exactly who she was talking about. Right?
She had debated calling him for an hour before finally deciding there was no downside to making the call, other than slight embarrassment. He had told them to tell him about anything that was strange or just gave them a weird feeling and there was no question that this guy did that. So she called. And here he was.
He pulled her into her office, closing the door behind them, then paused. “Is this okay? Do you have a few minutes?”
She rolled her eyes at his tardiness in asking but smiled in pleasure that he had asked at all. He
