The details that came flying at Grace during the next couple of hours made her dizzy. She took phone calls, made notes in her day planner, checked her Twitter feed, organized her upcoming travel arrangements, and eased the minds of the many people who had counted on her leaving Pittsburgh by plane and getting to her next stop on time. “Do you have the TV station address handy?” Luke asked hours later, interrupting her texting as he pulled the Jaguar down an exit ramp of the expressway. “We’re almost into Philly.” Grace found the address in her notes and read it to him. “Can you find it? There’s a GPS app on my phone if--” “I can find it,” he said. “I know my way around pretty well. Philly is a party city.” “You like to party, I gather,” Grace said. “Hell, yes. Not as much now as I used to, but, yeah.” “You also drink milk and talk to your dad on the phone.” He grinned. “And I like dancing to a loud band, too. I know a couple of great clubs in this city.
