"Of course." It would have been stupid to do say anything else.
He relaxed a little, bending to cuff the shifter at my feet before glancing at Harris. "Let me know how the questioning goes."
Harris nodded, then dragged the second shifter to his feet. He shoved him forward, then looked at me. "You okay there while I get this bit of scum out to the van?"
"Of course."
"Good. I won’t be long."
As he headed out, Rhoan kissed my cheek. "Be careful. And if you’re free tomorrow night, come around for dinner. The twins would love to see you."
"I’ll try, but the café’s fully booked and it could be a long night."
"I’ll let them know. They might even drop by on the way to the Blue Moon."
"Tell them drinks are on me if they do."
Rhoan snorted. "You could regret that."
I grinned. Ronan—the older of the twins by a mere three minutes—and I had a long history of trying to drink each other under the table. Of course, both of us had nonhuman constitutions, so getting drunk took not only a long time, but a whole lot of patience and money.
"Take care of that wound, Ris, or Riley will have my hide." He touched my shoulder lightly then jogged out of the room. Harris returned soon after. I watched him drag the second shifter to his feet.
"I don’t suppose you could let me know if you uncover anything about his employer?"
His gaze met mine, blue eyes glinting. "I don’t suppose you’ve double-checked with your uncle first?"
I half smiled. "I don’t suppose I have."