I took a sip of my coffee, thinking it would steady me, and instantly regretted it. “Told you,” Cade said, laughing at the screwed-up look on my face. “Not a pumpkin-spice latte from your fancy machine.” I unscrewed my expression and forced myself to swallow. “It’s not that bad.” “It’s a criminal offense to lie to a detective, Gwendolyn.”
