The flight was perfect. We have your luggage. The rental car is secured. Check, check, check—we’re on our way.” Jason was being Mr. Optimist, but Lacy was having a hard time following suit. “Let’s talk about last night,” she said. “Wait, you sound angry. And we’ve been together all morning, which means that you’ve been harboring your anger and biding your time until we’re trapped in the car together.” “I wouldn’t say I’m angry,” she said. Embarrassed was a better word. While she had been under the assumption that their—dare she say the word date—had been just that, in reality it had been a work dinner with Jason’s bosses. She had spent forever getting ready, sucking in her gut to fit into the perfect little black dress, only to be greeted by the sheriff and Detective Arroyo already sitting at their table. “You should have told me beforehand that it was a work thing.” “You’re right, I should have.” “Why didn’t you?” “Because despite your outward chattiness, I know that you are, in fact, very shy.
