“And Chief Carson?”
“There it is.”
Her grin widens.
I stab my pie.
Joyce watches the fork.
“Something happened.”
“Nothing happened.”
“You just assaulted a blueberry.”
“It knew what it did.”
“Kaia.”
I sigh.
She waits.
I hate that about her.
I take another bite of pie, mostly to delay the inevitable.
Then I say, “I kissed him.”
Joyce freezes.
Her coffee cup stops halfway to her mouth.
“You what?”
“Keep your voice down.”
“You kissed Chief Carson?”
Two people at the counter turn.
I sink lower in the booth.
“Excellent work.”
Joyce leans across the table.
“When?”
“Last night.”
“At his house?”
“No, Joyce. We drove to a hotel for privacy.”
She ignores that.
“How?”
