21
WHITTON
“Is this going to be like that barbecue place?” I asked skeptically.
Eve laughed and shrugged. “I mean, sort of. It’s Midland. What did you expect?”
“With you, I’m never quite sure.”
Her grin was triumphant. “I like to be unpredictable.”
And unpredictable she was. In the best way.
We’d spent yesterday on site with the Kings, finalizing the plans for their new development. Wright Construction would be breaking ground in the next couple of weeks. We’d agreed to dinner with the Kings later tonight, but the rest of the day was ours.
Which was how we’d ended up at some barn-style restaurant with the word Boose in bright red neon letters across the front.
“Boose?” I asked.
“The story is that it used to be called Caboose when it was downtown. The first two letters burned out,
