ey

over and practically escorted me like a prisone

a good impression on Warren!" she

to the restaurant. The events of the past few days had

ved table. He gave me a smug smile, as

look at the menu. "Just a wate

to come tonight is because Patty Sullivan kept begging me," he began, his tone dripping with self-importance

r case" he'd handled last week-which sounded more like a neighborhood di

ng the dizzying fall down the stairs, the i

c, and Warren's droning voice were a potent c

pretending to listen, and the

g I was out. A loud

ing his chair over. He was staring

aurant was look

h me?" Warren's voice was shrill with indignation. "Haley

just exhausted, but seeing his apoplec

nd slammed them on the table. "That's f

taurant, leaving me to face the star

over, her expression sympat

ng a weak smile, and re

om somewhere behind me. I froze, m

ow fell over my table,

ed, into a face I w

as K

here? Didn't he te

ll. Put it on my tab." His voice was quiet but ca

m Knight to me, then nodde

I stared up at him. "You..

to me. His blue eyes were unread

rcurrent of displeasure. A nervous flutter s

opposite me-the one Warren had kicked over-and sat down.

e. I had no idea what to sa

yes on the untouched glass

. All I wanted

up. He extended his

at him,

e said, his v

us, waiting. It was a large hand, with long f