Sarah’s question cut across Hannah’s half sleepy thoughts. She jerked to attention. “There’s not, I don’t—you haven’t said anything to—”
“To Nell? No chance. She’d spill it to Alex for sure.”
“Who would go bat crap crazy.” Hannah sagged back in the bucket seat of the van. “Alex has never noticed I’m in my thirties.” She paused, then added as if they weren’t connected. “Ferris is his partner. And younger than me.”
“Age only seems to matter when you’re really young or really old.” She studied Hannah for several seconds. “You look good together.”
“We’re not really…together together.” Unless kissing counted, which it kind of felt like it did. She bit her lip, acting on an atypical impulse. “I found something in the coffin that—I didn’t tell anyone about and then it disappeared.”
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