Ivy's POV
I carefully picked up the broken plastic bottle from the floor and disposed of it in a nearby trash bin before mopping up the spilled spray. As I worked, Warren's incredulous voice cut through the silence.
"You work here?"
I straightened up and turned to face him, my expression deliberately casual. "Not exactly. Keir is a friend of my mom's. We came to get some descenting spray, but then Keir needed to ask my mom about someone from her dad's old pack. They took off and left me to watch the store for a bit."
"We didn't see them leave," Rober stated suspiciously, giving Warren a warning look that immediately silenced any further comment his son might have made.
I forced a light laugh, maintaining eye contact while fabricating the rest of my story. "I wasn't aware I had an audience. They went out the back door where Keir's truck is parked. My mom came with me in my car, but Keir will give her a ride back when they're done, and then we'll head home."
