CHAPTER 11
ARI
What was I doing? Had I lost my ever-loving mind? I was meant to be keeping my distance from Torres, not joining him for lunch. This damn concussion had scrambled my brain. Plus he’d bribed me with Tylenol and chocolate cake, and chocolate was my biggest weakness.
Inside, I was still jittery, and although I’d never admit it, I was glad Zach had offered me his arm. I leaned on him as we ambled slowly down Ms. Carrington’s driveway, noting that he walked with a slight limp. Oops. Guilt niggled at me, not only for injuring his foot but also because he’d saved my life today, and I hadn’t exactly been brimming with gratitude. The shock of almost drowning, then being rescued by a suspected fraudster who’d possibly been involved in a woman’s death as well, and now finding myself
