Nick had taken Trisha, of all places, to the house he was renting. He didn't know the town well enough yet to know where to go for dinner, and he was pretty sure she didn't want more gossip about them until it was on her terms.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught her glancing around the kitchen, trying to appear uninterested. He had a card table set up against the wall, in place of a formal, more traditional one, with a stack of unopened mail. The wallpaper, though in ...