Chapter Thirteen
“WHAT ARE YOU doing here, Michael?” Tracey asked as she reached for another chip. “I thought we weren’t meeting until tonight.” Something must really be on her brother’s mind if he sought her out before their scheduled meet-up.
“Well, that’s just it,” he said as he leaned on the table and stole one of her chips. “I had an appointment nearby and thought I’d just swing in and make sure we were still on for tonight.” He waggled his eyebrows at her. “I never knew you to be one for books. Why are you hanging out here?”
“Michael, this is Selby Greer,” she said, pulling her chips out of her brother’s reach. “He owns the bookstore. We’re having lunch together. Get over it.”
Michael stood back, hands up as if in surrender as he chuckled. “Hey, just asking. The Trace I know isn’
