Without thinking, I turned to Russ and buried my face in his neck.
‘Whoa, simple field work shouldn’t get you this upset,’ he said as he hugged me.
‘Sorry,’ I mumbled.
‘That tickles.’
I took my face out of his neck. ‘Sorry again.’
‘Can I come with you?’
‘What?’
‘Wherever you’re going. On your field work. Can I come, too?’
‘Russ, please. I’ll be back in a few days.’
‘You’d better be.’ His hug tightened, then released.
We stayed at the museum about another hour, but I don’t think either of us was paying too much attention to the exhibits. If you’d asked me, ‘What do you think it would be like to go on a date with a new boyfriend while death was hanging over your head and you had way too many nasty secrets to keep?’, I’d have said it didn’t sound like a really fun time. But what it
