Page 39 of Ashes By the Shore


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Nancy nodded. “I did. He didn’t seem overly interested in any of it.”

“Again, I’m sorry for your loss.”

“Thank you.” Nancy stood, yoga mat under her arm. “I just hope they find the killer.”

“Me too.”

Nancy left, and Polly wasn’t too far behind. She rushed outside the community center and had just hit the bottom step when she saw him.

She gasped. “Joel…what are you doing here?” Thoughts of last night tangled in her mind. Of undressing in front of him. Falling asleep on his chest.

Oh, Lord.

He straightened. “You know why I’m here, Sunshine.”

“I actually don’t. And if you don’t mind, I’m in a bit of a rush.” She stepped around him and speed-walked toward her car.

Of course, his mile-long legs easily kept pace with her. “So I guess you learned something from Nancy?”

She spun. “You know about Nancy?”

“You told me in bed last night.”

Damn Drunk Polly and her complete lack of self-restraint. “Yes. I’ve got a lead.”

“I love leads.”

“Um, I don’t think you’ll care to go where I’m going.” She turned and moved toward her car again. If he knew where she was going, he’d either follow her, and she wouldn’t be able to concentrate. Or he’d try to stop her.

Neither option was good.

Joel caughtup with Polly in two strides. “Why won’t you tell me where you’re going?”

She rounded the building. “Because I don’t want to.”

“Is it because you know I won’t approve?”

Her eyes flared.

Bingo.

She stopped beside her Subaru. “Bye, Joel.”

Five more strides and he reached the door of his truck.

She stopped, one leg already in her car. “You parked behind me?”

“I had a feeling I’d need to.”

She huffed and dropped behind the wheel of her vehicle.

He just chuckled. That smile on his face was short-lived though, as he started following her out of the main part of the town.

“Where are you going, Sunshine?”

Ten minutes later, she turned onto a dirt road in an isolated part of Deep River. The deeper they drove into the wooded area, the tighter his fingers grew on the wheel. He was damn glad his Glock was in the glove box.

Eventually, Polly pulled up at a big old house.