“Where are we going exactly?” Andrea asked from the passenger side of the hotrod Case had rented to use while he was in town. It was not quite as nice as the sportscar he kept at his mother’s house, but the BMW would do. The weather was nice enough that he’d put the top down, and Andrea wasn’t even bothered by the wind blowing her hair. She felt free and more relaxed than she had in years.
“I told you. I packed a picnic lunch.”
“Yes, I can see that from the picnic basket in the back seat. But where are we going?” When he’d said they were having a picnic, she’d expected to be heading to a park or maybe out of town. He was driving down one of the busy parts of town. So far, no one had noticed them, since they both had sunglasses on, but it was likely a matter of time. It was hard to miss A
