He didn’t say anything, only waited for her to continue.
The Lake Avenue exit was coming up, so she pulled over to the right and got off the freeway. As they waited for the light at the top of the off-ramp, she gave a humorless little chuckle. “I’m not sure having this discussion right now is exactly ‘the right time.’ Can we continue this when we get back to your place?”
“Sure,” he replied easily.
Well, there was a little bit of a reprieve. She knew the way well enough that she didn’t need him to guide her in, and pointed the car north on Lake before turning right on the side street that would lead them to Wilson Avenue and his house. Just as she pulled into the driveway, a few drops of rain pattered onto the windshield.
Pretty good timing, although it might have been nice if the weath
