She didn't rise or try to pursue me and she didn't have to. Small town. I could run and maybe try to hide, but eventually I'd have to face her. With a small sigh I shuffled out from under Petunia's warm butt and entered the room, offering my hand.
"I'm not going to tell you anything," I said with a smile.
Pamela laughed while Petunia grunted her way onto the sofa next to her. The fact the well-dressed reporter took the time to scratch the pug under the chin and behind her ears was at least proof she had a heart buried under there. I sank into the chair opposite while my visitor leaned toward me, hands now clasped before her, dark blue suited elbows on her skirted knees.
"Why don't I talk then," she said, brown eyes on the amber side in the light from the tall windows. "About the fact yo
