“Look, she got me a phone, and there’s a new solar charger at home.”
“Well, I ordered several, so we’ll see whose is better.”
I chuckled. “It’s not a competition between you and Amanda.”
“Oh no?” He did not sound convinced.
The man was adorable, and I kissed him deeply so he knew I was crazy about him.
At his Jeep, which he led me to after taking my hand, I told him how much I appreciated him putting the soft top on his vehicle so I didn’t freeze to death.
“This isn’t about you,” he said, holding open my door. “If we go into mud or water, I don’t wanna get dirty.”
“You don’t want to get dirty?” I teased him.
“Absolutely not.”
Once he was behind the wheel, he said, “Now, as I asked earlier before you distracted me with your shiny new iPhone, please tell me why you came here.”
“I wanted to do some research on the cultists.”
“And?”
“And I think I have a lead.”
“Okay, so where are we going?”
“To visit my friend Taylor Hernandez.”
“Why do I know that name?”
“She’s Jesus Fernandez’s wife. He’s one of our councilmen.”
“That’s right. Why are we going to see her?”
“Because I need more information, and I think she can give it to me.”
“Gotcha,” he said, sounding almost sad.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I was just looking forward to going home.”
My stomach fluttered, and my breath caught.
He chuckled. “Something you wanna say?”
“You said home,” I barely got out.
“Yeah. I called Jim and told him he had to feed his own kid tonight, and he said that was not a problem.”
“Called?”
“That’s right,” he said happily, proudly. “When I got there to pack a bag, the house was empty, which was a shock, so I called to see where Jim was. Turns out he took his daughter and drove to Westfield to see a movie.”
“Really?”
He nodded, reaching over to put his hand on my cheek and drawing me close for a kiss. “My baby is a miracle worker.”