26Neal’d given me the perfect opening to start my questioning.
“Octavia told me you’ve made several trips to China,” I said to him. “I’d like to hear all about them.”
“China, huh?” He snorted. “Yesterday, you wanted to talk about Woody and May. Today, China.”
I opened my mouth to explain.
He raised his hand to signal stop.
“Don’t feed me any more baloney. And for God’s sake, don’t tell me the truth. I’m sure that if you do, you’ll have to kill me.”
I laughed. “It’s not that serious. I need to clear up a couple of things.”
“Good.” He grinned. “Now I’ve seen your legs, I have too much to live for.”
I fake-punched his arm. “Tell me about your travels.”
He caught my hand and trapped it between both of his.
“Okay, but no more hitting. I bruise easy.”
“Deal.”
His skin on mine felt go
