Travis can look into this all he wants, but he’s not going to find anything. Paco is a ghost whisperer. End of story.
“You ready to go home now?” Travis guides us through the side door to the restaurant where a police car is waiting.
“Too bad your boyfriend wasn’t here when all this happened,” he says dryly. “Oh wait. You have two of them right? The one you’re sleeping with and the one you were here having brunch with?”
I choose to ignore him. “Can I ride in the front with you?”
“No, you have to go in the back. Prefer
ably handcuffed.”
I can’t help but crack a smile. I settle Paco in the back (unhandcuffed) and strap myself into the front seat. “Can I play with the radio?”
“What are you? Ten?”
“Twenty-six. And Mike Armandi isn’t my boyfriend. We were just having brunch. And… you know I’m not sleeping with Will. We’re just friends.”
He looks at me sideways. “But you want to be more, right?”
My stomach sinks. It’s not fair to flirt with Travis and put him off at the same time. I need to be completely honest with him and lay all my cards on the table. “Yes, but it’s all one-sided.”
“Are you sure about that? You should tell him, Lucy. Maybe Will feels the same way you do. Maybe he doesn’t. But until you ask, you’re never going to find out, and until then, you and I can’t happen.”
“You and I? I don’t get it. Every girl in this town is after you. Why me?”
“Hell if I know. But are you going to sit there and tell me you didn’t like it when I kissed you last night?”
Rats. I wish I could honestly say no. But I can’t.
“I liked it. Some.”
He grins. “Liar. You liked it a lot. I did too.” He starts the engine. “Tell Will how you feel. And when you figure it all out, let me know.”
Chapter Thirteen
Paco and I go back to The Bistro where good to her word, Agent Billing’s FBI crew is already there installing cameras. They’re dressed in T-shirts that advertise some bogus refrigeration company so that anyone driving by would assume that we’re getting repair work done.
Except El Tigre will know something’s up. According to Agent Billings, he won’t care. Instead, he’ll consider it a challenge. I can’t wait until this is all over and my life gets back to normal again.
As if my life could ever go back to normal anyway.
You should tell him, Lucy. Maybe Will feels the same way you do. Maybe he doesn’t. But until you ask, you’re never going to find out, and until then, you and I can’t happen.
Tell Will how I feel about him?
Easy for Travis to say. He’s not the one who could potentially lose his best friend forever.
I try to ignore the undercover crew and do the same thing I do every other Sunday afternoon. I go over the business’s emails, which is super boring but maybe it will take my mind off Will and Travis and this whole FBI business.
Sarah is really good about checking our account every morning so she can stay on top of things. Anything that’s important she flags so that I’ll make sure to read it.
I make myself a cup of coffee and settle down in front of my laptop. The first thing that catches my attention is an email from Rocko.
Sorry I’ve missed the last few deliveries. This broken leg is messing me up bad. I hope my brother Jimmy has been keeping up with the orders. Should be back to my usual route in a few weeks. Meanwhile, if you need anything just let me know. I’ll make sure Jimmy keeps you stocked.
Broken leg? I thought Rocko was on vacation.
And who the heck is Jimmy?