Page 15 of Bitten By Desire
“Hold up one second, I need my produce.”
“Is that all you’re getting?” The only things in her basket were a cucumber, an eggplant, the bananas, a bag of carrots, and a very thick zucchini.
“Mhm.” She pulled out her wallet to pay for her phallic purchases.
I really didn’t want to know what she was going to use those for. And it took her forever to check out because she was flirting with the cashier.
“Okay,” she said as we headed out the door. “Let’s go meet Bennett. I never meant to crash your date, but I’ll be the awkward third wheel if it means you’ll talk to him.”
I ignored her. “Callum was right here,” I said and pointed to the spot where I’d run into him. “And he climbed into a black car over there.” The parking spot was no longer empty.
“That’s a white minivan.”
“I’m not blind. He drove off. Someone took his spot. Look.” I showed her the picture of the car on my phone.
“So you saw a hot guy in a black car…”
“Not just any hot guy. Callum Walsh. Do you have any friends in local law enforcement? Maybe we can get one of them to run the plates.”
“We’re not stalking some poor guy you mistook for that coach. It was definitely just some guy that kind of looked like him or something.”
“He had gold eyes. How many people have you met with that color eyes?”
She shrugged.
“And the same nose. And lips.” I stared at her. “Iknowhim.” I’d know him anywhere. He’d haunted my dreams for ten years.
She sighed. “One of my clients works at the station. I’ll call himafteryou meet Bennett.” She pointed to the door of the coffee shop.
“Seriously? We have to go while the lead is hot.”
“While the lead is hot? You’re not a private investigator. You’re a photographer. A photographer who has an overactive imagination. Get in the coffee shop right now,” she said sternly, like she was talking to a child.
Maybe the suburban moms were rubbing off on her after all.
“You swear we can go to the police right after I say hi to micro dick?”
“I’ll call my client after we talk to Bennett for half an hour.”
Half an hour?Was she kidding me? But I didn’t really have a choice. If she had a contact at the station, she’d get the information. Guys bent over backward to give Zoey whatever she wanted. She had a much better chance of getting the car’s registration information than I did. And I knew it would be registered to Callum Walsh. Not Theo Gold or whatever weird name Callum had made up on the spot.
“Come on,” Zoey said and grabbed my arm, pulling me into the coffee shop. “Hey, Bennett! Sorry we’re late.” She leaned down and hugged someone.
I saw a few women at another table giving Zoey evil stares. I thought she said the whole town was really nice…
“Bennett, this is my friend Emma.” She stepped to the side to let me see micro dick.
But he wasn’t at all what I was expecting. He stood up, showing off his full six-foot height.
“Emma. The pleasure is all mine,” he said. His voice was low and gravelly. And his blue eyes had the exact same hue as the ocean.
Zoey kicked my shin.
I cleared my throat. “Sorry, what?”
“It’s nice to meet you,” he said with a kind smile.
I realized he had his hand outstretched. I quickly shook it. And his hands were so warm. I hadn’t realized how much the coolness of Callum’s touch had seeped through me. We stood there awkwardly holding hands in the middle of the coffee shop for a beat too long.
