Randi muttered as she drove along Route 13 toward Ollie’s. It wasn’t the first time she’d asked herself the question. She’d tossed and turned half the night with it. In fact, she’d regretted the lunch date with McLean minutes after she’d made it. “Hah!” she groused in self-disgust. “The minute you escaped his indecently handsome presence, you mean!” Yet she knew her reasons for accepting were far more complex. His reassuring words aside, she could think of nothing about Travis McLean’s sudden appearance that boded well for her and Matt. As far as she was concerned, he was the enemy, and enemies had to be faced and fought, or… Unable to complete the thought, Randi quelled a shiver that had nothing to do with the Cherokee’s air-conditioning. Minutes later she pulled into the oyster bar’s parking lot. A glance at the dashboard clock told her it was severalminutes to one. Good. Maybe he hadn’t arrived yet; she’d have the advantage of being calmly in place before he did.
