Epilogue
Two weeks later, Dace walked into the squad room at the State Patrol offices.
“Have you seen the new bumper sticker?” she asked Joe Bob.
“What’s that?”
“Happiness is a thousand Okies headed south with a Texan under each arm.”
Joe Bob rolled his eyes. “Not you too.”
Dace laughed. It made Kitka smile more than the bumper sticker. He still was being teased about the rescue hug — hell the whole rescue drive — that some television station had caught and broadcast. Dace had reverted back to her aloof self, but Kitka wasn’t in any hurry to move things along faster. She hadn’t moved out of his extra bedroom. Being housemates, platonic housemates despite what everyone seemed to think, suited them both. Truth was he was a bit wary himself. He refused to dig into why. There was plenty
