Pineapple LumpsJerry appeared before the end of Kit’s shift, leaning against the drinks’ chiller while she gathered her belongings from the apartment upstairs. He looked refreshed, his hair combed into place and his smart vicar’s uniform sitting on his broad shoulders. Kit envied him the nap he’d obviously grabbed after dropping her at work. She’d suspected she woke him up with her earlier phone call.
“What’s the story with your boss?” he demanded, opening the passenger door and waiting for Kit to climb into the car. “You could cut the air with a knife.”
Kit shrugged and pursed her lips. A smirk broke across her face, crinkling the mischievous laughter lines next to her eyes. “He got caught by the police chief saying something a little inappropriate.” She stifled a snort. “Correct that.
