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Back The Night Bird
Chapters (60)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Page
  3. Dedication
  4. CONTENTS
  5. Start Reading
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  58. FROM THE AUTHOR
  59. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  60. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

“I’m sorry, but that’s the point. Remember what we talked about yesterday? About you going to see Francesca Stein? I don’t want you to do it. Not now. That’s why I asked you to meet me. I think you should cancel your appointment.”

Lucy thought about it, but then she shook her head. “It’s just to find out more. I’m not going to do anything yet.”

“It’s too dangerous, Lucy. At least right now.”

“I understand what you’re saying, but you know what? I’m sick of being afraid. I’m sick of what happens to me when I try to cross a bridge. Dr. Stein helped Brynn. She really did. So I’d like to find out whether she thinks she can help me, too.”

“If you do this, I want to be waiting outside the building.”

Lucy giggled. “My hero.”

“I’m serious. I want to make sure no one is watching you when you leave.”

“Okay, fine. If that’s what you want.”

“It is. And keep your eyes open. If you see anything that looks weird, you call me right away. Got it?”

She saluted him. “Got it.”

“I have to go,” he told her.

“Yeah, I need to get to work, too. Thanks for breakfast.”

He gestured at the food truck behind her and waved to his brother. “Thank Duane. If it were up to me, we’d be eating Cap’n Crunch.”

“Well, I love Cap’n Crunch, too,” Lucy said.

She stood up and reached a finger into Shack’s carrier to say good-bye. The cat licked her fingertip. Frost stood up, too, and walked around the bench to be next to her.

Their faces were close. Before he could stop her, she leaned quickly toward him and grazed his lips with her own. Her mouth had the sweetness of syrup.

“I just wanted to put that out there,” she said. “For what it’s worth.”

“Lucy . . . ,” he murmured, in a tone of voice that meant disappointment for someone on the other side of a kiss.

“It’s okay. You don’t have to say anything.”

With a fragile smile and a shake of her brown hair, she was gone. He could still taste her. No matter how wrong it was, he couldn’t pretend that he didn’t enjoy the kiss, but he also knew that she was looking for something that he couldn’t give her. She was sweet and lonely, and she was misreading the signs from him. Or maybe he was accidentally sending the wrong signals.