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He brushed the lightest of kisses on me. “Me too.”
I put a hand on his thigh, hoping for another. Fake or not, I could go for more of his kisses.
He looked toward the door to the street. “Go powder your nose.” He slid out of the booth.
I picked up my purse, slid out after him, and huffed my displeasure. “Sure, DA.” I trotted off to the ladies room as ordered, with no idea why.
He was walking toward the cashier when I turned back to look.
I pushed open the door to the bathroom. He could have just said he wanted to leave. I was sure I wanted to do this, but the way he ran hot and cold unnerved me. It was as if he hoped I didn’t want to help. I’d have to prove to him I could handle anything he could dish out.
When I returned, he was back in his seat, looking over the dessert menu. He stood to let me slide in.
He put the menu down. “I wonder what the chocolate salami is like. That’s new.”
“I thought you wanted to leave.” I opened my copy of the menu and found what he’d asked about. “Never heard of chocolate salami, but I’m pretty full anyway.”
He ignored my comment about leaving. “Want to split a tiramisu?”
That offer was too good to refuse. “Sure.” I lifted my glass and emptied the last of it in one swallow. “Why’d you send me away?”
“Shhh, not so loud.”
I sighed, but did lower my voice. “Really?”
He looked around. “I had to talk to Neil.”
“Your partner? I would have waited here.”
“No, you don’t understand. It’s better if you don’t know what he looks like.”
“I don’t get these stupid rules of yours. Wouldn’t it be easier to just tell me?”
The waiter arrived, interrupting us again to take our dessert order. He assured us the tiramisu was excellent.
Adam checked around again. “If we’re being watched by someone, he’ll be in the best position to notice it, but not if you give him away by always looking at him.”
“So he was here?”
He nodded.
I mulled that over a moment. Hot had turned to cold to get rid of me. After a bit, I thought I understood his twisted logic. “You still could have explained it up front. A little trust would be nice.”
“Maybe next time.”
Our dessert arrived, and he moved it to the center of the table.
We each attacked with spoons from our respective sides.
Finally I let him take the last spoonful and sat back. “Why did you choose this?”
“Who doesn’t like tiramisu?
I giggled. “No, silly, I mean the job.”
The smile disappeared, and he pulled his wallet out of his pocket. He handed me a small, worn photo. “My uncle Jack.”
I smoothed my finger over the picture of a handsome man with a resemblance to Adam—clean cut, similar short hair, and smiling with a beach in the background. I took a guess at the significance. “Is he in the FBI?”
