first choice.â âHow can you be so sure?â âBecause youâd look beautiful in a burlap sack.â âAw. Thatâs sweet.â She sniffled again and looked at him. âMakes me feel bad about blowing my nose on your shirt.â âItâs yours now.â She smiled as intended. âHow do you know Luke wonât know itâs a second-best dress?â âBecause guys donât care about that stuff. Heâd be happy if you walked down the aisle naked.â He winced. âI canât believe I just said that to my sister.â âItâs okay. I took it in the spirit and all that. Itâs not a news flash that guys are pigs.â âThatâs harsh. We just have an acute appreciation for the female form.â âRight.â She rubbed at an imaginary spot on the leg of her jeans. âSpeaking of female forms, I saw you and April go running the other day and you went in her house when the two of you got back.â Will had forgotten how life was in a small town. Everyone watched what was going on and talked about it. At least Kim was talking to him and not someone at the Grizzly Bear Diner, which was ground zero for rumor spreading. âSo,â he said narrowing his gaze on her, âyour summer job while youâre not teaching high school is doing covert surveillance for the CIA?â âThere are times when teaching teens feels like doing covert surveillance. Itâs not easy to stay one step ahead of those kids.â There was a sly look in her eyes. âSpeaking of steps, we were talking about you and April running together. Whatâs up with that?â âShe runs. I run.â He was having a little trouble concentrating after his naked woman remark, except April was the woman he was picturing naked. Okay, so he was a pig. He was a guy. He could own that. Because April had looked pretty spectacular in those tight black pants sheâd worn. That spandex stuff hugged every curve and left little to the imagination, just enough that he wanted to take them off her and see everything. But that was pretty stupid, right? The two of them had their shot and he blew it. âI saw her in the alley before she started her run, so we went together.â His sister said something that sounded like, âGood for her,â but Will couldnât be sure. âAfterwards she invited me in for coffee and a muffin.â âIs that what you crazy kids are calling it now?â There was a suggestive note in Kimâs voice. âThere is no âit.â Weâre friends. I guess.â âWhat does that mean?â âI donât know.â Will dragged his fingers through his hair. âItâs justâ When I made the decision to come back to Blackwater Lake for the summer, I knew Iâd see her. When you suggested I make sure the first time was private, I knew you were right. Andââ âWhat?â âI was ready for it. I was prepared to deal with her anger. Possibly resentment. Hostility. Even hurt. I was braced for attitude whatever form it would take. Thatâs something Iâm trained to handle. After all, Iâm Chicago PD.â Kimâs forehead wrinkled. âWhatâs your point?â âMy point is that I wasnât prepared for her to be friendly. She was a little resentful that first time I went over to her shop. But since then sheâs beenââ âWhat?â âI donât know. So sweet my teeth are getting cavities.â âYouâve seen her a lot, then?â Kim looked like she was working hard at acting innocent. âShe brought over a casserole. Then asked for my help taking pictures of the graduating seniors passing the power torch to the incoming class. Before you say anything, I was working crowd control.â âMaking sure no one had sex,â she clarified. He nodded. âWe got a drink after.