being completely truthful. “Don’t you remember? You suggested I take a stroll through the park.”
“I said that?”
“You did,” he insisted. He wasn’t about to be dismissed quite this easily. “You said it would help clear my head.”
“After a long day at work? My goodness, what was I thinking?”
Jake figured the question was rhetorical, so he didn’t respond. “I met Holly Larson and her nephew there,” he told her.
“My, that was a nice coincidence, wasn’t it?”
“Very nice,” he agreed.
“Are you seeing her again?” the older woman asked.
“Yes, as a matter of fact, I am.” He didn’t share any details. The less she knew about his personal life, the better. Mrs. Miracle might appear to be an innocent senior citizen, but he had his doubts. Not that he suspected anything underhanded or nefarious. She seemed... Jake couldn’t come up with the right word. He liked Mrs. Miracle and she was an excellent employee, a natural saleswoman. And yet... He didn’t really know much about her.
And what he did know didn’t seem to add up.
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