Page 25 of Final Serenade

TO: [email protected]

I wouldn’t call myself a stranger. We met last night.

FROM: [email protected]

TO: [email protected]

I met a lot of people last night.

FROM: [email protected]

TO: [email protected]

So did I. Is that a yes to dinner?

FROM: [email protected]

TO: [email protected]

How did you get this email?

FROM: [email protected]

TO: [email protected]

Confidentiality agreement.

I didn’t believe for a second that this person was the real Frankie Blade. Anyone could have gotten my email from my Facebook page. Of course, not just anyone knew I’d signed a confidentiality agreement yesterday. Bottom line, I needed reassurance.

FROM: [email protected]

TO: [email protected]

How do I know you’re not some psycho trying to lure me out of my apartment and then kill me and dump my body in the Pacific?

My imagination was going to sick places.

FROM: [email protected]

TO: [email protected]

You have a butterfly tat on your left shoulder blade.

Crap. My heart slammed into my chest. I hadn’t showed the new ink to anyone except for Frankie.

FROM: [email protected]

TO: [email protected]

Why do you want to have dinner with me? Aren’t there any Playboy models available?

FROM: [email protected]

TO: [email protected]

Been there. Done that. They don’t make good conversationalists.

FROM: [email protected]

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