“I missed you, too.” I give her neck one last hug then stand and kick off my heels near the door as she follows her dad into the kitchen area.

“What are you in the mood to eat?” he asks, pulling out a stack of menus from one of the drawers.

I walk over to meet him at the counter. “I’m good with whatever you want.”

“Pizza would probably be the quickest.”

“Sure, but can we get buffalo wings too?”

“We can.” He reaches for his cell phone on the counter. “What do you want on the pizza?”

“Everything.” I say, then ask, “Do you mind if I use the restroom?”

“You don’t need to ask. You know where it is.”

With a nod, I head into his bedroom as I hear him call in the order for our pizza, and by the time I come back out, he’s off the phone and has a beer in his hand and pink-looking wine in a glass on the counter waiting for me.

“Thank you.” I pick up the glass and take a sip.

“I know you filled in Miles and Tucker about what went down there for tonight, and I got your story from them, but I’d like to hear it from you.”

I place my glass on the counter, then tell him about Carly saying that she was going out of town after her father’s death, her message to me, calling her and texting her over and over, then finding out this evening that she had resigned from her position at the bank. As I talk, he listens with his face blank, but I can tell that he’s taking every single word in and mentally taking notes.

“So that’s why I went to her house this evening. Things just haven’t been adding up and I was worried about her.” I pick up my glass.

“Do you know anyone that she was close to besides you?”

“I know she mentioned making friends at the gym she started going to and you know about the guy she was seeing.”

“Was she still seeing him?”

“As far as I know.” I lift one shoulder. “At work we don’t have a lot of time to sit around and talk, but the last time we really spoke, she told me they were going out after spending the weekend together.”

“Do you remember his name?”

“Matthew, but I don’t know his last name.”

“How did they meet?”

I wonder if I should have told Tucker and Miles about him, then remember that I have to talk to them tomorrow and can tell them then.

“On an app, the same place everyone meets nowadays.”

“Everyone except me and you,” he says softly.

“I don’t think many people meet outside of liquor stores and have their first kiss before they even know each other’s names.”

“I didn’t need to know your name to know I wanted to kiss you.” He smiles, picking up his beer to take a swig.