CHAPTER THIRTY
“I’M FINE,” CONNIE ASSURED Grayson over the phone, unlocking her front door that night. “I’m just getting in the house now. Go to your book signing and don’t worry about me.”
“Are you sure? You’ve been so wound up about CeCe and all.”
“I’m gonna take a hot shower, get in the bed and sleep.” She struggled to unlace her cop shoes with one hand. “Enjoy your signing.”
“I have this feeling that something’s wrong.”
She picked up her shoes and galloped up the carpeted stairs to her bedroom. “If you don’t stop worrying and go to your signing, I’ll never forgive you.” She blew a kiss into the phone. “I love you.”
“Love you too.” He sighed. “Goodnight.”
“Goodnight, worry wart.” She went into the master bathroom, stripped to her underwear, and jumped into the shower.
She did a
