One of Us Is Next (One of Us Is Lying, #2)

by Karen M. McManus

“I’m not anti-beach,” I protest. “I’m just not a proponent of sand. Or too much sun.

“It’s not that. I’m just wondering if you’re familiar with this thing called outside? It has sun and fresh air, or so I’ve heard.” “Pure rumor and speculation,”

“Maybe when I take you on a real date.” I look around. “Is that not what this is?” “Nah, there’s too many other people. Plus we’ve been stuck inside all day. You know how I feel about inside.” “You’re unnaturally prejudiced against it, yes. Where would you go instead? If, for example, we decided to do something tomorrow?” “La Jolla Cove,” he says instantly. “I’d take you kayaking.”