"You know me. I'm always trying to give you a good excuse to buy a new pair of shoes," he teased back, arching his eyebrows.
Her hair was just a little shorter than it had been the last time he'd seen her, but if she was from the time when she'd vanished off the face of the planet, that explained why. And she was right. It probably wasn't a conversation they should have outside. "Why don't we just go up to my place? You can kick your heels up, I'll get you some ice for that bruise," he said, lifting his hand to her face and gently touching her chin, nodding at the bruise on her cheek. "And I'll tell you what I know about this place."
Fortunately there was no Belle Reeve for her to drive him to when he finished explaining.