Chapter 24

• Jo took a bite of her donut, the sweet, cakey goodness making her sigh. “Oh, it was fine. And I wasn’t by myself. I hung out with Sawyer.”
• Frankie wasted not one nanosecond before pouncing like a jungle cat. “I knew it! Spill the details.”
• Ugh, there was no way of getting around this. Her sister was a detective, with interrogation skills and everything. “There are no details. At least, not the kind you’re looking for,” Jo said pointedly. “He took pity on me, sitting at the bar by myself, and we got to talking.”