“Okay, but keep me up to date. I should be home in the next few Wilde Fire 61 days.” “Will do.” * * * * Jessie stood up from the hotel’s only sofa in the lobby when Phoenix walked in the door. He’d brought her back to the hotel over an hour ago with the promise of a nice dinner. She’d agreed, under a little protest, wondering if being seen in town with him might stir up trouble. But she was hungry and really wanted to clear her head, believing a nice meal might do the trick. He’d promised to take her somewhere away from the prying eyes of the citizens of Wilde. As he walked over to her, he waved at Maude, who sat behind the counter. She wore a green muumuu and typed frantically on a laptop. “You working all night again, Aunt Maude?” Jackson asked. The woman nodded. “Where are you taking Ms. Greene?” “I’m not telling. You’d have it posted on Facebook before we were out the door. Besides, we don’t want people knowing our business.” “You mean all the time you’re spending together?”
