“Yes. Us…and where you think we are going.”
“Going? Do you mean tonight?” she asked.
He laughed. “No, I’m referring to our relationship—where is it going?”
“Oh.” She laid her head on the sofa’s cushion. As unbelievable as it sounded, she wanted a relationship with this wonderful man, even if a few days ago she tried to convince herself she didn’t have time for a man in her life.
“Let me get through this murder case first, and then I’ll be able to think clearly about our relationship.”
“All right.”
She stood and he held her hand as he walked her to the door.
“You know,” he said, “for our next date, I’d really like to see where you live.”
Laughing, she threw her arms around his neck and pressed her chest against his. “That’s the best idea yet. What are you doing tomorrow night?”
He wagged his eyebrows. “I’ll be with you.”
