When she'd first heard that Guy was in the city, Marian had felt a stab of panic. The last time she'd seen him in Philadelphia he'd scared her so much that she'd fled the entire city. Their secret dalliance together in the 90s, no matter how badly it had ended, had only seemed to strengthen his belief that she belonged to him.
She had hoped that in rearing his head he wasn't aiming for her this time, but she felt guilty instead that it had been Tuck. (There was no need to feel guilty, she told herself firmly. It wasn't her fault that Guy was a creep. He'd always been a creep, and he'd spent forever messing with all of them however he could. This was just the same old Guy crap in a new location and it had nothing to do with what she'd done. She hoped.)
Marian swept in through the door of the vicarage, already a familiar place to her, and made her way to where Will and Tuck were sitting, Alan leaning in a doorway with his arms crossed, towering over everyone.
"I hope I haven't missed all the really dangerously stupid plans yet," she told them, unwrapping her scarf.