"She invited my parents to Thanksgiving dinner," Nick said, not wanting to look Brad in the eye. "Who does that? Who invites the boyfriend's parents over after insisting he doesn't love her?"
Brad smiled as he looked out over the orchard at half the town. "But you do love her."
"Shut up, Brad."
He laughed. "Hey, you asked me, remember?"
"It's weird, that's all." Nick used his two-way to tell the deputies to watch the crowd. Again. The guys were getting sick of him, but he didn't give a damn. "Did she tell you what she planned to say?"
"Nope."
"Great. She tells you everything. Now I'm really not liking this." Nick scanned the crowd waiting to hear Trisha's announcement. The temp had dropped to thirty degrees, yet they came out. It spoke volumes.
Nick hated it. Something was going down. Soon. He could feel it.