Honey followed their gaze, her expression shifting from worry to recognition. "Oh. That's—I think that's Wyatt, isn't it, Prue? We only saw his photo for a second, but the hair and jawline are the same. Nate must have told him where we would be. Probably making sure Lauren's safe even before tomorrow's meeting."

"You could be right." Prue studied him more carefully now. The photo on Nate's phone hadn't done him justice. In person, he was… imposing. The kind of man who made people ...