With that, she disappeared inside the cabin, leaving him to wonder exactly what she wanted to move forward to. What about everything else from last night? Her hand on his c**k? The part where he’d called her bluff? His own confession that he wanted her? Was she going to erase all that in her rush to “move forward?”
She refused to discuss the topic while he drove her to the police station, which was located in the heart of the downtown. One aging building held both the police and the volunteer fire departments, another reminder of just how small Lost Harbor was.
The closer they got, the quieter she became. She only said one thing, just as they pulled into the parking lot wedged between the station and some birch woods.
“I’m only going to tell her about last night. Nothing else.”
“Okay,”
