Murder By Muffin (Lucy McGuffin, Psychic Amateur Detective 3)

“Let’s say I believe that you believe it, but I’m still not going to let you get involved in this case. Or any other case for that matter. If you want to be a cop so bad, then go to the police academy.”

I might as well be talking to a brick wall.

“Fine. Is that it? Can I go now?”

“Sure. Just don’t leave town,” he says with a straight face.

“Ha ha.”

He gets up from his seat. “Let me walk you to your car.”

“Good thing I have my car. For a minute there, I thought Rusty was going to drag me out of that meeting in handcuffs and slap me in the back of a police car with blazing sirens.”

“I would have given good money to see that,” he quips.

I roll my eyes. Nice to know someone finds something about this situation funny.

We walk outside the police station into the dark November night. I get inside my car and buckle up. Travis leans down to stick his head through the open window. “So you can really tell when someone’s lying, huh?”

“I already told you I can.”

“Okay, here goes. I have zero romantic interest in Grace Cullen except as a running partner. In case you haven’t figured it out by now, the only woman I’m interested in is you. Got it?”

I gulp. Travis is telling the truth.

“Got it,” I manage to squeak.

“Good night, Lucy. Drive safe. And for God’s sake, lock your doors.”

And because I have to have the last word, I come back with, “The next time you want to speak to me in an official capacity? Just call. I’m always happy to help the police even when they don’t want my help,” I add in a super sweet tone.

“I did call. Twice. Your phone went straight to voice mail.”

“Voice mail?” I pull my cell phone out of my tote. I forgot I’d silenced it when I settled in for the yoga class. I scroll through to find two calls from Travis and … oh, no.

Will!

With everything going on, I completely forgot I have a date with Will tonight. I check my watch. It’s almost nine. Correction: I had a date with Will.

Chapter Eleven

I immediately text Will.

So sorry I missed our evening!

I almost texted “date” but thought better of it. He texts back almost immediately.

Are you all right??

Yes.

Explain please.

Can I come over?

I’m waiting.

Is there still pizza, or did you eat it all?