11
I didn’t really know what to say to Jake on the drive back to Flagstaff, so I decided to remain quiet, acting as though I was exhausted by the trip, my head leaned against the back of my seat and my eyes shut.
Actually, it wasn’t much of an act. The day had turned out to be a very long one.
And yet, with all of the things that had happened during that day — meeting my brother and his family, learning that I would soon be a millionaire, discovering that I’d somehow managed to escape the curse that had haunted the Wilcoxes for more than a hundred years — one detail in particular kept preying on my mind.
Jake had asked me out on a date.
Okay, it was probably one of the most sideways invitations ever offered, but still. He hadn’t seemed put off by my non-answer, had taken my comment at
