Now worried she’d hurt JJ’s feelings, Regan started assuring JJ she really liked getting new clothes.

Frankie glanced at Audrey and said in a low voice, “That was one smooth snow job.”

Audrey covered her mouth, but a laugh escaped. “JJ is as good at smoothing out problems as you are at managing people. By the way, we’re all glad Bull is getting a break from managing the roadhouse.”

“Let’s get moving,” JJ said. “Frankie, gather what you might need.”

Frankie automatically checked for her purse and groaned. “Wait, I don’t have money or credit cards or even a phone.”

“Obviously, you wouldn’t. We should stop at a phone store, though.” Audrey patted her purse. “We’ll use our credit cards, and Bull will reimburse us and take it out of your salary. All arranged.”

Frankie stared. “Seriously?”

“He knew you wouldn’t let him pay for everything, so he arranged it the best way he could.” Audrey snorted. “However feminist Mako’s sons may be, they have cavemen-worthy protective instincts. You were in danger; Bull’s protective instincts were triggered. This is what happens.”

“Sometimes, it’s really clear you majored in biology, professor.” JJ walked around, making sure everything was locked up, then glanced at Frankie. “She’s right about them trying to shield us. Caz and I get into some pretty vehement discussions about me being in danger.”

Regan giggled. “He yelled at you last time. A lot.”

“Troublesome child.” JJ tugged on her braid. “You got the same lecture when you and Delaney rolled down that steep hill in a cardboard box. You almost spent your summer break in the doghouse with Gryff.”

Audrey’s smothered giggles sounded like little snorts. Frankie just laughed.

As Frankie pulled on her loaned sneakers, Audrey smiled. “For someone with no clothing that fits, you’re remarkably put together.”

“Mostly because I’m trying to hide the lack of a bra,” Frankie admitted. Bull’s plain black T-shirt made a mid-thigh-length dress. Over that was his dark gray and black flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up. She’d braided his black and silver ties into a silky belt. With Regina’s high-top black sneakers, it was a rather unique outfit. “My Italian grandmother taught me that a belt adds class to anything.”

JJ grinned. “I agree. Of course, my belt usually has my firearm, Taser, cuffs, and—”

Regan bumped her hip against JJ’s. “You’re such a cop.”

And a really nice one. Frankie eyed her. Maybe during the shopping trip, she could get a better idea of what might happen if the Rescue police were called on for help. Just in case.

Sure, she’d researched and practiced night hiking, but her reading had also shown that, even with an experienced woodsman, things went wrong.

On top of that, the PZs might catch on, either as Kit and Aric were trying to reach the fence or after, during the escape.

If something happened, Kit and Aric might need the police.