Tom

I DISCONNECT one of the wires to Jasmine’s alternator, just in case she’s serious about leaving. I don’t think she will, but the woman is pretty stubbornly independent.

And it wouldn’t be the first time she’s run off on me.

I rub my forehead as the testier part of me grumbles that I should let her leave if she wants to leave. I’m not looking to get tangled up with her again anyway. But there’s no way I can let her fend for herself like this.

A few days until she’s out of pain and I can get her bus repaired. Then we can part ways before things get intense again.

It’s the only decent thing I can do.

I walk over to the diner and pick up three orders of the huevos rancheros (two for me, because I have a wolf’s appetite), and I get a couple giant bear claw pastries too.

My wolf gets cheerful on the walk back, like the idea of providing for a fema