Don't Forget Me Tomorrow (Time River, #2)

by A.L. Jackson

Paisley cleared the roughness from her throat and pinned on that easiness she loved to wear, tossing a lock of her nearly white hair over her shoulder. “Are you going to feed me or what?” I scoffed. “Feed you? Didn’t you see I’d pinned a picture of you on the front door saying you’re banned from the restaurant?” The gasp she let go of was ridiculous. “Ban me? The greatest friend you could ever ask for? The one who promised to help bury the bodies if ever necessary? Your ride or die?” “My ride or die who keeps trying to throw me under the bus,” I grumbled. “I’m just trying to get you a ride, Dakota. You should be thanking me.” “Thanking you for what? Insinuating something you know isn’t there? You have to stop that. The only thing you did was make Ryder go all big-brother bear on me while I’m having to stay under his roof. No thank you very much.” “I was just feeling out the waters…and believe me, they were hot. Scorching, Dakota.” She dragged out the last. Disbelief puffed from my lungs, and I kept my words low to keep them from any eavesdroppers hanging out in the restaurant. In Time River, there were bound to be plenty of them. “Hate to break it to you, but those waters are freezing cold. He’s just in a stir over this whole break-in thing. You know there is nothing there, so drop it, okay?”