Page 13 of Alien Knight Blind Date Disaster

She leaned over and opened the passenger side door, swinging it wide. “Let’s go! Get in! Get in now before his friends get here!”

Her words seemed to break the spell, since he folded himself into the passenger seat in a comical maneuvering of knees and elbows until he was curled up on himself like a clown. The moment he closed his door, she peeled out of the dark parking lot. The police had arrived in the front. She saw three officers exiting their vehicles when she dared to take a peek behind them in her side-view mirror.Seconds.That’s how much time they had to get out of here without being seen by the police.Seconds.

“That was close,” she huffed, suddenly a bit less steady.

“Remind me never to anger you when you have a transportation device at your disposal.” Falden gave a half grin, his eyes twinkling with humor.

Laughing at his odd name for the car, she took pity on him and his knees practically hitting him in the chin. “That seat is adjustable.”

The look of confusion on his face was priceless and confirmed her suspicions. This was not his car. He did not know how to drive it. He probably did not know how to tell time on his fancy wristwatch, either.

Careful not to speed past the ambulance, the fire truck and the additional police cars racing toward the restaurant, she slowed to a leisurely pace until they were several blocks away. It was hard. Really hard. The car was made for speed, and she was dying to take it out for a real test drive.

Taking pity on him, she murmured, “You can move the seat back so you have more room for your legs. And your…sword.” Why did that sound sowrong? So very naughty? Oh hell, she knew why. He was cradling the giant, glowing weapon between his legs like it was his most prized possession, and the puns running through her mind just wouldn’t stop.

“His name is Furon.” He said the name with near reverence before his shoulders slumped in his seat.

“So, your invisible sword can block bullets and make it rain? What else can it do.”

“I do not know.”

“Furon. Mean anything special?”

“Furon meansStorm Callerin your language.” He had already told her too much. This small bit of information meant nothing.

Isabella was feeling smug now. Hisswordhad a cool, secret, wizards-and-magic kind of name. Real superhero stuff. And it was a boy, ahe. She filed that away for future reference, for her news article. A glowing, alien sword with a wizard name that blocked bullets and summoned lightning. And she’d bet last month’s rent his two friends had swords just like it. Yep, the politicians and the Caldorians that rarely gave personal interviews hadn’t left anything out. Nope. Not at all. These aliens and all their weapons werejust like humansandwould not endanger humanity.

That was the official government line. What a steaming stew of lies. And she was going to expose every single one of them. Tell the world the truth. As soon as she was done with this mission. Friends first. And over the last weeks, Sevron had become her friend.

“The buttons are on the side of the seat.” She pointed to the space between her own thigh and the door. He turned to find the seat controls on his side of the car, a sigh of relief coming from him as the passenger seat’s motor sounded in the small space and his seat moved backward.

He looked like a man, a very tall, very sexy man. But he was not human. He was an alien. As in, not from this planet.

“You’re glowing,” she stated matter-of-factly, as if she saw people glow every day. No big deal. Nothing to see. But she wondered if he had other markings, and if he did, what they were like. Did they glow like the crystal marking on his temple was glowing right now?

Falden turned to look down at himself, then up at Isabella. His brows lowered. “I do not glow.”

“Okay. Whatever you say,Commander.” She purposely used his title, the one his men had used, and he did not refute or deny it. Interesting. “So, are you going to tell me who just tried to kill us?”

“No.”

Isabella coughed. “Excuse you?”

He shook his head. “You misunderstand. I cannot tell you because I do not know who they were.”

Well, she had an idea. The sleezy street gang she’d been in contact with had helped her set up this meeting, but she wasn’t going to tell him that. At least not until she found out how Falden knew about it, and why he had shown up instead of her black market contact. Not only had her contact not shown up, but Falden and his Caldorian buddies had crashed the party, along with some freakish alien with green sludge for blood.

And that freakish alien had said he was going totake the female.Take her where? And to whom? Had she been set up? Was she being hunted? Or had they been after Falden and his invisible friends? That kind of tech would sell for a fortune.

Safely out of the immediate area, she hit the gas, grinning to herself when the back of his thick skull hit the headrest. She was no stranger to fast cars and even faster getaways. “So you don’t know who attacked us?”

“I do not.”

“How is that possible? They were after you.”

“They were humanoid. Possibly from Earth. There are many planets with humanoid species. Earth is just one of them. And there are others who are able to mask their true identity and walk among you.”

“So…you’ve been attacked by other aliens? Aliens that look like us? People from Earth?”

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