13
“When will your ‘Vette be fixed?” J.J. asked as he pulled into Sissy’s empty driveway.
“Monday.”
“Need a ride to pick it up?”
“If you’re not busy,” she flashed him a smile. “Maybe we can have dinner?”
“It’s a date,” J.J. said, taking her hand and walking with her to the front door.
He’d been searching the entire drive here for Justin. Continuing to look for any sign the bastard had vandalized her house, and finding nothing, he didn’t relax until they were inside. Glad Fiona had given him a lift to pick up his truck yesterday morning, he set aside thoughts of having to replace his brand new tires if Justin decided to drive by.
When Sissy dropped her purse on the table by the door and turned away to flick the light switch, he took her arm and spun her back to face him. His lips met
