she was beginning to accept might not have been the smartest one sheâd ever made.
âNot everything. I understand Chief Emmett suspended you from the department for a week without pay.â
Ugh. Small towns! A dog couldnât pass gas without people talking about it.
âDoes everybody know that too?â
âCade called to tell me personally before the rumors started flying.â
Of course. McKenzie was the mayor of Haven Point and Cade technically reported to her. Apparently he had been very busy on the phone all afternoon, between her mother and her dear friend.
âI told him that didnât sound like a good idea to me,â McKenzie said. âI can word my opposition more strongly, if you want.â
âHeavens no! I donât need my friends fighting my battle for me.â
âYour friend happens to be his boss, in a roundabout way.â
âAll the more reason to keep your mouth shut. Please, Kenz.â
âIt doesnât seem right to me. You saved the lives of two boys and shouldnât be punished for that.â
âIâm looking at it as a nice vacation,â she lied. âIâll finally have the chance to catch up with things around here. Plus, it will give me more time to help Devin with the final plans for your bridal shower.â
âYou two are taking this bridal shower way too seriously. Itâs beginning to scare me.â
âDonât worry. This is just practice. You and I can do the same for Dev and her sexy rancher when they tie the knot.â
âGood point,â McKenzie said and Wynona could hear the smile in her voice. In the background she heard someone else talking to her friend and a moment later, McKenzie came back on the line. âIâve got to go. Somebody is here to make a special floral order.â
âNo problem. I have to go too. Young Pete needs to go out again.â
âIâm just going to say this again. Itâs time you dropped the descriptor. Young Pete has prostate issues, like other dudes of a certain age,â McKenzie muttered.
She smiled and hung up after exchanging goodbyes, deeply grateful for her friends. Yes, she had been a bridesmaid five times in the last two yearsâit would be six after Devinâs wedding in a few more months. She was getting a little tired of it, but she would be lost without her friends, who had lifted her through more than they even knew.
âYou might not be young anymore,â she told Pete, âbut youâre still worth a dozen puppies.â
He wagged his tail, still standing by the door, patiently waiting for her to open it.
âYou know what we both need?â she decided on impulse. âA little walk to clear our heads. Somewhere out of cell range, preferably.â
Pete seemed to be in full agreement, especially when she slipped on her walking shoes and grabbed the little pack she always kept stocked with a flashlight, water bottle and granola bar.
She decided to head for their favorite walk, along the Mount Solace trail that would take them across the Hellâs Fury River and up into the mountains above town. The bridge that led to the trailhead was just on the other side of Cadeâs house so she didnât bother with Peteâs leash, though she brought it along and stuffed it in the pack.
The dog stayed by her side as they walked down the street with the sound of the river accompanying them. When they reached the little Craftsman, she saw a slight woman with auburn hair unpacking groceries from the minivan, aided by a little boy of about four and a girl a few years older.
Pete, ever friendly, wandered over to say hello with his tail wagging a hundred beats a minute. The boy let out a shriek and hid between his mother and the minivan.
Shoot. She should have used the leash. She forgot there were new people in the neighborhood who didnât adore him yet like everybody else did.
âPete, get back here,â she