Chapter Nineteen
She’d always loved Richard’s truck, and she nestled in the soft leather seats while the whisper of jazz hummed from the CD player. Richard had stashed her overnight bag behind his seat. He had convinced her only to pack essentials. With his sunglasses hiding his eyes, she was unable to read him through his stony silence. He had a way of blanking out what he was thinking. He’d always been a mystery, one of the many things attracting her to him.
Richard cleared his throat before pulling into the parking lot of an ocean-side restaurant specializing in chowder. “Humor me, Maggie. I’m hungry, and you need to eat.”
She shook her head and gazed out her window. This was so like him, deciding everything all the time. “This needs to stop, Richard. I have a mind of my own. I reali
