plus what she’d earned in the last ten years when she’d had extremely low overhead, sharing a condo with Sienna.
Dollars didn’t give her worth, she knew that. But Nina didn’t know how to be normal, or how to be around anyone but Sienna. She was getting used to Parker’s being part of their lives, but Wyatt was a people person. Nina was only a “Sienna” person. She had been for as long as she could remember. The rest of her life she didn’t want to remember—she just wanted to be free of it.
Wyatt would expect more of her. And when this business with Mr. Thomas didn’t wrap itself up nice and neatly, he would be disappointed.
Nina pulled the shirt on over her sore body and winced. A knock on the door brought her head around. “Come in.”
The door opened and Wyatt entered. Nina let go of the breath she’d been holding and grabbed her purse.
“There’s no rush. I parked as close as I could to the door without getting in trouble.”
“Sorry?”
Wyatt frowned. “Sienna didn’t tell you?”
She shook her head. “Tell me what?”
“She asked me to pick you up, said she had something to do this morning.”
“I don’t need a ride.”
“How about a trip to Portland? Are you good for a couple of hours in the car? Because there’s something you need to see.” He lifted a paper file and waved it at her. “And then we have an interview to do on a related case that might be connected to your mother’s murder.”
“Are you serious?”
He nodded.
A lead, and she didn’t have to go home to her condo and the memories of what Mr. Thomas had done? That sounded like a win-win to Nina. “Let’s go.”
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