Kadenburg Revealed (The Kadenburg Shifters Series, Book 4) Read Free Page A

the message-or maybe it wouldn’t be that easy.  No matter though.....not right now.  Christmas was only a week away and she wanted it to be the best one yet.
    “Hi, Presley,” Louisa said shyly as she hurried around the counter and reached for her jacket.  “I guess Mr. Bamey sent you to pick me up, huh?”
    “Not really,” Presley shrugged before glancing around. Sheesh.  This place was a dead zone.  She supposed that was to be expected when you ran an ice cream shop during winter; but it probably didn’t help that Nana Hettie’s was open only a block away.  Every small business was competitive in an equally small town.  “I was actually going to do some last minute Christmas shopping and thought you might want to tag along.  I volunteered to get you while I was out.  Is that okay?”
    Louisa suddenly brightened up as she slid her jacket on and smiled.  “Are you kidding?  I love shopping.  I need to pick up some last minute gifts, too.” Presley noted how her gaze drifted to Greg’s back upon saying that last part.  How sweet.
    They would definitely make an attractive pair when they decided to couple, but Presley knew such things could not be rushed.  It took her and Lorcan forever to get to that point, but in all fairness, she hadn’t known about their kind until much later in her young adult life.  Louisa and Greg were still relatively young; they had plenty of time.
    “Here you go, Pretz,” Greg said, placing the small tub of ice cream onto the countertop.  “Do you need help packing this out?”
    Presley quirked a brow, “I’m pregnant, Greg.  I’m not helpless,” she laughed.  “Thank you for the offer though.  These cravings are getting ridiculous.”
    “Oh yeah,” he scratched the side of his face before grinning.  “I’m pretty sure my mom couldn’t get enough pickles when she was pregnant with me.  The funny thing is, I really don’t like ‘em at all.”
    “Really?” Presley smiled politely as she reached for the ice cream, shrugging her shoulders.  “I have no idea what my mom craved with me.  Maybe Uncle Arnold would know...”  Did she really care what her mother craved?  No.  She didn’t care to talk about Caroline Goult at all, actually.  It seemed as if she grew increasingly bitter towards the woman with each passing day.  It couldn’t be helped.
    “Well, we’ll see you later, Greggy,” Presley stated as she headed towards the front door.  “Stay out of trouble.”
    “Ah, you know me,” he smirked.  “I’m just fine with staying away from trouble, but it seems to like me an awful lot.  Bye, Pretz.  Bye, Lou.”
    As they stepped out into the chilly winter air, it was hard to miss the blush on Louisa’s cheeks.  The young ursithrope was smiling from ear to ear as she trekked through the inch or so of snow, hugging her arms around herself.
    “He’s nice, huh?” Presley prompted, tugging open the driver’s side door of Mr. Bamey’s pickup.  It wasn’t her usual style of driving, but given that her car absolutely sucked in hideous weather, what choice did she have?  It was a four wheel drive and that’s what mattered.
    “Mhm,” Was Louisa’s quiet reply as she hopped into the passenger seat and buckled up. 
    “Mhm,” Presley echoed, grinning again as she started the truck up.  She carefully eased out onto the main road and made her way towards the highway.  They were busting out of Kadenburg for an hour or so, and that meant they would be visiting Knoxville.  Was she insane for wanting to go to such a busy town during one of the busiest times of the year?  Yes.  Oh Urseth, she was absolutely mad for the thought-but there was something very special she needed to pick up and Knoxville was the closest place to get it.
    “Um...Presley?”
    “Hm?” Presley’s eyes wandered away from the road briefly as she glanced at Louisa.  The girl’s eyes were wide, staring straight into the rearview mirror. 
    “Who’s