“So, Wyatt, I heard you’re taking the detective’s test to help us out?” Granger says, taking the seat next to him.
I snap my gaze to him. “You are?”
His face blushes, and the scar reddens deeper than the rest of his skin where he had a graft. “Yeah. I took it a couple days ago.”
“That’s amazing! Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Shit man, I’m sorry. I didn’t know it was a secret.” Kane hits his brother.
“It’s okay. I just didn’t want a bunch of people knowing in case I fail.” He shoves half the buttered lobster roll in his mouth to avoid talking about it any further.
“Well, now that we’ve fucked that up, we’ve gotta get back to our dock. See you later, man. Lovely to see you again, Sophia.” Kane and Granger both clap Wyatt on the shoulder before leaving with Bob.
We stare at each other for a minute, me waiting for him to tell me how it went, but he doesn’t start talking.
“Are you going to tell me if you passed?” I ask excitedly.
“I won’t know for a few more days.” That scar deepens once again.
“Wyatt, pass or fail, I’m proud of you. Not many people would be asked to do that to join a task force.” Taking his hand in mine, I squeeze it in support.
“Thank you.” His scruff tickles my cheek when he kisses me.
“Are you going to tell me as soon as you know?”
“You’ll be the first person. Promise.” He tosses his napkin on the now empty plate.
“Good.” Settling back in my chair so I can finish my own lunch, I push the other uneaten half toward him, which he happily eats in two bites.
Watching him while I eat, I take him in. He’s truly a special man. Gorgeous, smart, funny, caring. And somehow it feels like he was destined to be mine from the minute he pulled me over.
“Ready for milkshakes?” He throws cash on the table and piles our dishes.
“Absolutely.” Walking hand in hand out of the restaurant, he waves to Bob behind the bar.
The smile on my face feels permanent. Like nothing can ever ruin this perfect day with Wyatt.
“I can’t believe you’re still insisting that huckleberries are better than blueberries.” Wyatt is still shocked on our drive back.
“I didn’t say they were better. I said they taste pretty similar.” I roll my eyes.
“That is just blasphemy. A Maine blueberry is far superior.”
“Have you ever even had huckleberry?” Turning to face him, I cross my arms over my chest.
“No. I just know it’s true.” He shrugs.
I give up. If I’ve learned anything in my time here, it’s that Mainers are very proud of anything Maine, and I won’t convince him of anything other than the fact his blueberry milkshake was best. It’s a little endearing.
Driving through town, I look at the town hall’s sign when it catches my eye.
Sophia Black isn’t who you think she is. Have you looked into her?
“Stop!” I shout.
Wyatt slams on the brakes, and I jump out of the car to run back to the sign. My heart races as I take in the words again. How long has this been here? How long has this been up? And worst of all, it’s concrete proof that Hugh knows where I am.
“What’s wrong?” Wyatt jogs up next to me, stopping next to me and staring at the sign.
