"This isn't exactly weather for a barbecue."
"We'll make the best of it, don't worry." Mickey tapped the address into the car's navigation system and looked at her. "Nervous?"
"What would give you that idea?"
"Oh, I don't know. The look of terror in your eyes, your white knuckles on the door handle and the sweat on your upper lip."
"Sometimes I hate that you're a police detective. You notice way too much."
He chuckled. "It comes with the territory." He squeezed her thigh. "They're going to love you, Kate. Trust me."
"We'll make the best of it, don't worry." Mickey tapped the address into the car's navigation system and looked at her. "Nervous?"
"What would give you that idea?"
"Oh, I don't know. The look of terror in your eyes, your white knuckles on the door handle and the sweat on your upper lip."
"Sometimes I hate that you're a police detective. You notice way too much."
He chuckled. "It comes with the territory." He squeezed her thigh. "They're going to love you, Kate. Trust me."
