Alana furrows her brow and then nods, fury deflating. "I just wish she wouldn't roam straight into Tattle Crime."

Alana pats his hand. Then she climbs into the passenger seat, smoothing her dahlia-patterned skirt. "I suppose I'm worried because she still doesn't trust me," she says. "Thank goodness you and Will are around for her, though I still don't know how that works."