“Seriously,” he repeated. “Obviously, that was way before either one of us was born, but people still talk about it. Everyone’s always wondering when the next one is going to hit.”
That was something Laurel had never even stopped to consider. All right, she was vaguely aware of how California was prone to earthquakes, but Arizona, by contrast, was pretty geologically stable. It wasn’t the kind of thing people in her part of the world had to worry about on a regular basis.
“And you’re okay with that?” she asked.
He shook his head. “I don’t know if ‘okay’ is exactly the right word. It’s just one of those things we’re all used to, like people in the Midwest dealing with tornadoes or people in the South and on the East Coast having to go on hurricane watches every year.”
Maybe he had a poi
