Page 131 of Date With Danger

“What?” I jerk back, laughing.

“You’re Jerry. I’m the predator, you’re the prey.” She nips at my jaw.

“We’ll see about that.” I capture her lips.

Epilogue

Caleb

I knew there was a reason I wanted to plan our first official date. But then Amelia looked up at me with those big blue eyes…and she kissed me until I relented and let her have free rein. Although I may have still planned something. At exactly 7:15, which means we need to eat fast.

She told me to, and I quote, “dress like the star of a sexy action movie.” Then handed me a fake beard, even when I assured her I could grow one. (Not thick, but it’s something).

Ten minutes of making out later and here I am in an itchy fake beard, white dress shirt, unbuttoned up top and rolled up to my elbows, and a pair of slacks, standing outside of the place where we first met.

I’m out of my bandages and healing great. Having Amelia hover around and kiss me anytime the pain flared up worked miracles. Her help with the physical therapy was even better. And I thought I needed to be alone.

The last two weeks have been the best of my life. Minus the gunshot wound, of course.

I glance around to make sure no one I know is around.

And that’s when I see him. At least I think it’s him. I pull out my phone and aim the camera in his direction, as he walks into a restaurant across the street.

I send the image to Cruz. Her response is immediate.

Cruz: That’s Liam!

Cruz: Don’t engage. Enjoy your date, I’ve got this. Two minutes away.

She’s been miserable the last two weeks since Liam escaped. We thought for sure he was in the wind and Supervisor Ford was upset about it. But Cruz has taken the brunt of the lashings for me, even though it was my fault he got away. She’s been trying to prove herself ever since.

Exactly two minutes later a black sedan pulls in front of the restaurant and two agents hop out. Serena and Hadley rush inside the restaurant. I hate that I’m not Serena’s partner right now. But I’ll be back soon. And then I’ll help her catch Liam. But tonight, I’ve got a hot date.

“Sir, are you coming in?”

I startle at the voice of the doorman.

“Yes.” My voice is even more muffled through this stupid beard.

I step into the restaurant and the young hostess greets me. “Name?”

“Frank Fancybottom.” Another reason I should have taken over this date.

The woman hides her snort behind the iPad.

Maybe it’s a good thing I’m wearing this facial wig.

“Right this way, Mr. Fancybottom.” She barely refrains from laughing as she says it.

I follow her to the same table where Amelia first sat down by me. But she’s not here yet. I’m tempted to order because I know how late she can be, and apparently, she wants a reenactment.

There’s a small box waiting on the table and I pick it up. On the lid, it says, “You know what you need to do.”

My heart rate spikes. What did she get me? Black fabric is all I see. I pull it up.

A ski mask? Underneath is…a knife?

I drop it on the table. What on earth?

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