Her answer didn't invite more questions, and so Jess didn't try. In a way could mean a lot of things, just as his had been honest and yet not entirely the truth.

She was in the mood to push ahead and establish a place at the head of the pack--that was apparent from her effort to outpace him. The dirt road outside of the inn led to a four-way intersection, and he selected the one that would take them toward the boathouse, not minding her insistence in taking the lead. The walk was easy now, but then they hit the harder terrain neither of them would have the energy to spare on showing off.

"Why would that be disappointing?" he asked, humoring the thought. He'd spent his life around criminals, was one himself, but he wouldn't say he found them more stimulating company than someone who hadn't seen the inside of a cell.