Wyatt hadn’t been sure what would happen at dinner that night, but he certainly hadn’t expected to hear the beautiful blonde say she had a protective order against her.
At the same time, he knew sometimes those things were issued for suspect reasons.
“Loves?” Deirdre asked, and Wyatt felt whiplashed all around. He didn’t drive the Jeep much, and he pushed on the brake too hard, sending them both toward the dash.
A nervous chuckle came out of his mouth. “Uh, I talk about Christine in the present tense,” he said. “It was something I learned at grief counseling.”
“Oh.” She folded her arms and looked away, and Wyatt eased through the four-way stop. “You don’t care about the protective order?”
“It’s a civil matter,” he said. “You’re not a criminal.” He did want to hear more about why her m
