Of course.
She hit the steering-wheel button.
“Hey.”
April didn’t bother with hello.
“Oh, no ma’am,” she said. “You do not get a casualhey. You haven’t even told me about your first date, and Deck told me you weren’t home all weekend, soooooo… okay. Spill the tea.”
Eleanor winced, even as a reluctant smile tugged at her mouth.
“Deck needs a hobby,” she said.
“He has one,” April shot back. “It’s called you. Now stop dodging. Start at the beginning. Overlook. Italian place. Porch. Alley. Wherever we are in the saga of DA Dreamboat.”
“Please don’t call him that,” Eleanor said.
“What, you prefer Mr. Handsome Public Servant? Mr. Prosecutorial Smolder?”
“Absolutely not,” Eleanor said. “And you’re being dramatic. It’s not a saga.”
“You spent an entire weekend not at home,” April said sweetly. “That’s at least a novella.”
Eleanor’s fingers tightened slightly on the wheel.
“It was… good,” she said carefully. “Dinner was nice. The restaurant had this back patio over a creek, and?—”
“Oh my God, of course he took you to the secret romantic creek patio,” April groaned. “Deck said the Jag was gone half the night, too. You’ve been holding out on me.”
“He needs to mind his own business,” Eleanor muttered.
“His own business is that you’re his favorite human and you scare him when you’re happy,” April said. “Focus, please. Did you kiss the DA again?”
Eleanor swallowed.
“Yes,” she said. “We kissed.”
“‘We kissed,’” April repeated flatly. “That is not tea. That is room-temperature tap water. Try again. Was it good? Bad? Fireworks? Mildly pleasant?”
Eleanor hesitated.
The memory of Reid’s hands on her, his voice in her ear, the way everything else had fallen away for a few hours—color crept up her neck.
“It was… not terrible,” she said.
April snorted.
“On a scale from one to ‘I blacked out for three minutes,’ where are we landing?”
“April.”
“Oh, we are absolutely at blackout,” April decided. “You have your I-did-something-deliciously-irresponsible voice on.”
Eleanor exhaled, somewhere between a sigh and a laugh.
“Let’s just say,” she murmured, “I didn’t go over there to behave.”
There was a moment of stunned silence.
