Dominic murmured more to himself than the frozen, wide-eyed woman behind him. His training had kicked in when he heard the door swing open and he’d turned his focus to erasing Lily’s rising fear. Now, he moved to the other side of the door, which stood ajar. But he sure as shit was out of practice, because he’d landed them in a windowless bathroom. And the threat? Noah’s pie-throwing friend and Josh Summers, a guy he’d run into a time or two in Forever or around the neighboring town, Independence Falls. “Why do you bring pies?” Caroline asked, her voice direct and clear. Was “pie” a code word? Judging from Caroline’s guarded expression, and the way Josh followed her into the room as if he wanted to be as close to her as she would allow . . . yeah, “why do you bring pies” must translate into something not suitable for work. “I like to bake,” Josh said. The next few words were lost, but the sentence ended with the word “memory.”
