Hot Prospect. Julie Kistler

no going back.”

      Just when he thought things were as bad as they could get, Zoë kept proving him wrong. “I was hoping for someplace a little more interesting, as long as I had to…”

      Be on this idiotic tour. He didn’t say that. But his visions of golf courses and scuba diving vanished. This sounded more like summer camp. They’d probably be tying knots and weaving flyswatters out of newspaper.

      The rest of the way to the bus terminal, up escalators and down and around long corridors, she kept telling him not to be so grumpy and he kept wanting details she wasn’t providing, while they both held their voices down so as not to attract too much attention from the people around them.

      “Snap out of it, Jake. You’re lucky you have me.”

      He wasn’t feeling lucky. “Is there anything else you haven’t told me?” he demanded. “Like the fact that this program you keep referring to is for recovering substance abusers or a bunch of mopes avoiding jail time by picking up litter in Wisconsin?”

      “I told you, it’s for newlyweds.” Zoë rolled her eyes. “Quit being a cop for a minute, will you?”

      “I’m not being a cop. You’re being evasive,” he contended. “You held back the bus info and the little detail that we were going to Wisconsin.”

      “You didn’t tell me that our mode of transportation or the specific location made a difference to you,” she said logically. “You were very adamant that you wanted to go on the Explorer’s Journey and how or where didn’t matter.”