Page 68 of Rekindle My Heart

“No, I’m volunteering this morning.” She set the box on a table for donations.

Erica scanned her perfect-fitting T-shirt and jeans. So, the doctor did more than go to galas and write checks. Petty jealousy whispered ugly words in her ear.

She frowned. Not cool.

Concern filled Liz’s eyes. “Are you alright?”

“Ugh. I need coffee.” And maybe a swift kick in the ass. What had gotten into her this morning? Doctor Garcia was kind and generous, the type of person Erica could be friends with… If she had female friends. She needed to work on that.

Liz’s gaze darted around the room before she dropped her voice and asked, “How did the boat ride go the other day?”

Erica’s cheek twitched. “It was interesting to say the least.”

“Really? Tell me.” She pulled Erica into a quiet corner and waited with eager eyes.

Erica told her all about the day on the boat. About Travis offering to take her out again, and about Ryan’s close surveillance and the big splash at the end.

Her laugh echoed off the high ceilings. “It serves him right for not trusting you to handle it.”

“Yeah, I felt a little bad for him.”

“He’s a big boy. I’m sure he was fine.”

“He was. I checked on him after.”

“And how was he?”

“Fine.”

Liz smirked. Her right brow winged up.

Was it getting hot in here? Erica cleared her throat. “Anyway, after I got home and found my house had been broken into, he left right after the other officers came.”

“Wait. You had a burglary?” Concern shot across her face.

“Yes. But while my living room was a mess, they didn’t appear to take anything. Karma scared them off.”

“Good boy. But I have to ask, Ryan came on a break-in call?”

“Well, I called him first.”

She chuckled.

“He didn’t even have time to unhitch the boat.” Memories of the trailer skidding around the corner made her smile.

“I’m glad you’re okay.” Liz squeezed Erica’s arm.

“Thanks. Well, I better be going.” She turned to leave.

“Hey, are you doing anything tonight?” Liz asked.

“No, just binging some shows.” She planned on looking for more discrepancies in the incident reports.

“Good. Come to my bachelorette party. It’s not going to be a big group. You already met most of the gals.”

“Oh, no. I don’t think…”

“You have to come. I’m only getting married once.” Her dark eyes begged.