Page 147 of A Matter of Time

“She’s psychotic.”

I laughed at him. “That’s not a very nice thing to say.”

“I just want you to promise to meet my family for Christmas. Everyone’s coming back here. My mom wants a white one this year.”

“Okay.”

“Okay.” He grinned, brushing my hair out of my face, his fingers trailing across my forehead. “Is that a commitment, Mr. Keyes?”

“Yes.”

“Good,” he breathed out. “Now start from the beginning and tell me why people are chasing you.”

I chuckled. “Again, I can’t. I told you.”

“Please.”

“No. I’m being serious—it’s scary, and the less people that know about it, the better.”

“But the detective knows about it.”

“Well, yeah, of course.”

He nodded. “Okay, then tell me what you did for Thanksgiving.”

“That I can do.”

We ate and talked about nothing important. I told him I was going to set Gail up with Dane, and he thought that would make for interesting conversation for us down the road.

“So what now?” he asked me later as he pushed away his plate.

“How d’ya mean?”

“What are your short-term plans, Mr. Keyes?”

“Well, for right now, I need to spend some time with Sam.”

“Who?”

“My detective.” I smiled at him.

“Oh. Is that his name? Sam?”

I nodded.

“That’s so boring.”

“Knock it off.”

“So you’re going to be with him because how I feel about you is how you feel about him.”

“Correct.”

“Okay.”

“We can still talk if you want. But I don’t know if that’s enough for you.”

“Is it all I can have?”