WHEN WE GOT BACK IN the car, Jack asked if we could go back to his place. “I promise I’ll get you home before it gets too late. I just want to show you my house and talk for a little bit. Is that okay?”
“Sure.”
Jack held my hand until we got to his house, a pretty one-level brick ranch, with a big yard. He helped me get out of the car, and as he walked me to the door, he pointed out where he’d put in the monkey grass and the irises. “There’s a pool out back, and a hot tub.”
“So you weren’t kidding about skinny dipping.”
His smile was a little tense. “Come on, honey,” he said, unlocking the door and gesturing me to go inside.
The living room, complete with leather couch, sound system, and large flat screen on the wall, was spacious, as were the three bedrooms. One bedroom had been turn
