Yeah, right, I thought. And the NSA isn’t reading all my emails.
However, I thought I maintained my cool pretty well…except for the part where the stiletto heel of my sandal caught in the mat at the side door. I would have pitched over on my face if Luke hadn’t caught me by the elbow.
“Maybe a drink isn’t such a good idea,” he said with a laugh.
“Very funny,” I retorted. “You try walking in three-inch spikes and see how well you do.”
“I think I’ll pass on that one,” he replied, relinquishing my elbow and pushing the door inward.
The side entrance opened into a short hallway that branched out to the kitchen on one side and then continued into the main part of the house directly in front of us.
“Go ahead to the living room,” Luke said. “I’ll be there in a minute.”
I nodded and kept mo
