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
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