Chapter Twenty
She didn’t think Carmen wore anything other than a deputy uniform, but there she was in a pair of blue jeans and a baby blue sweater. Her hair was tied back as it always was, though. She was slender, not curvy.
“You sure I can’t get you a drink?” Billy Jo said. “Wine or beer? I picked some up because that’s what Mark likes.”
Carmen just waved her hand in response and pulled out a stool to sit at the island. “I don’t drink,” she said. “Water works for me.”
Billy Jo filled a glass and slid it across the island in front of her, then lifted her own glass of red and took a swallow. “So I made a shepherd’s pie because it’s fast and easy. Hope that’s okay, because I’m not making anything else.”
Carmen only shrugged.
Billy Jo could see how uncomfortable she was, well aware tha
