Maureen squeezed her arm. “Yoga is good for the soul, my darling. I’ll hopefully see you there.”
“Thanks, Maureen. I think you might.”
“Remember, if you ever want a session with me, let me know. A look into what’s to come might help settle some nerves.”
She’d never had a reading from Maureen before, despite the other woman’s persistent offers. Mostly because she didn’t believe in that stuff. Although, she had to admit that some days, Maureen was freakishly aware of things she had no business being aware of.
“I’m okay, but thank you.”
“The offer always stands. And a little advice you didn’t ask for—some truths are buried because they bite when you touch them.”
Polly stiffened. Did she know Polly only wanted to go to yoga so she could question this Nancy?
One squeeze of her arm, and Maureen stepped away to smell the tulips.
Polly’s phone rang, Maggie’s name on the screen. “Hey.”
“Finally! I’ve been trying to call since last night. You left before I could catch you. Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.” A lie. Between Jenna and the phone and her kiss with Joel, she was a mess. But she had a plan. To talk to Nancy and learn if Jenna overhearing that conversation had changed anything about her morning. The plan gave her something productive to focus on. “By the way, we’re going to Trap on Saturday night.”
“We are?”
“Yep. I need cocktails and music and time with my best friend. And I invited Raven.”
“Raven who works at the community center?”
“That’s the one. Is that okay?”
“Are cocktails, music, and new and old friends okay? Absolutely. What time?”
Joel stoppedoutside Jenna Hampstead’s small bungalow-style home. He shot a glance in his rearview mirror to see Ryan pulling up behind him.
Scott, Jenna’s adult son, should be home. At twenty-one, he still lived at home. This was their starting point to investigating what happened to his mother.
He and Ryan climbed out of their trucks at the same time.
“You okay?” Ryan asked, as he stood beside him.
He shoved his hands into his pocket. “Do I notlookokay?”
“You look distracted.”
Fuck, Ryan was right. “Polly and I kissed last night.”
Ryan lifted a brow. “No shit? I’d ask what this means and if you’re going to date, but I know you don’t do that.”
That was the thing…with Polly, everything felt different, and hell if he wasn’t considering becoming someone who dated. “Come on. Let’s see if this kid will talk to us.”
When they reached the door, Ryan knocked. A few seconds passed before it opened and the tall, scrawny twenty-one-year-old opened the door.
The kid frowned. “You’re those guys who run our search and rescue team.”
Joel dipped his head. “I’m Joel and this is Ryan.”
“We were hoping we could talk to you about your mom,” Ryan added soberly.
“Isn’t that the sheriff’s job? He hasn’t come to speak to me.” Anger cut across Scott’s cheeks in a red hue. He looked at the street as if that could magically summon the sheriff.
