Did she say that Detective Yummers has the hots for you?” Jaymie sighed. In a town as small as Queensville, she supposed it was inevitable that a guy as good-looking as Detective Christian would have dozens of women swooning over him and giving him silly nicknames. When she’d first seen him, she’d sworn he was right out of the pages of one of her favorite romance novels. “No, that is not what she said, and she’s mistaken anyway.” “Well, spill!” Heidi said, dragging Jaymie back to sit down. “What did she mean, then?” “She meant that he likes me. Likes can mean a lot of things, Heidi, and in his case, I’m afraid I amuse him. It’s just a rumor anyway. Rumors are lies that people enjoy spreading around, if you ask me.” “Okay, all right, it’s best if you keep thinking that way anyway,” she said, with a wise little wink and nod. “He might be good for a roll in the hay, but Daniel Collins is the marrying kind.” Jaymie closed her eyes and counted to ten, took a deep breath, then opened them again.
