“Just think of it like . . .” Holly’s fingers tap on her thigh. “Ah, I got it. Just think of it like God’s coming down to judge you for all your sins.” I bark out a laugh. “That’s supposed to make me feel better?” “I’m rarely in the hot seat, but I figure that if I were, it’d be a bit like confession.” Her voice drops to a playful cadence. “Tell me all of the things, Captain Carter.”
