“Is it safe to come in?” Cal looked over her head at the circle of women watching him. All except Tiffany, who after shouting out a greeting was now quietly knitting again.
Natalya turned as if to survey the watching women before turning back. “Enter at your own risk.”
“Mad dog in the yard, huh?”
“There is now,” she teased and he felt better. He’d almost turned around when he saw all the cars. It had been weird that the brewery tasting bar was so busy on a Tuesday afternoon in January. But he’d already walked three miles to get here, then he saw Gina Lamont’s car and poked his head in to investigate. The bar had been empty, so he’d followed the sound of voices.
Still, he hadn’t anticipated walking in on an entire knitting circle. He’d planned to bribe Becky for information. Or guidance
