Not with Eason still on the loose—which reminded him how vulnerable they were standing out in the open. He steeled his resolve and opened the diner’s door. “Head to the end booth, and leave the seat facing the door for me.” “Is it the cop in you that makes you so edgy, or do you really think Kevin could be out there?” “Both. I’ve always wanted to serve and protect, and yes, chances are good Eason could be close.” He nodded for her to enter and then followed. Scents of grilled hamburgers and sizzling fries filled the air and made his stomach rumble as he scanned the narrow restaurant, taking inventory. Two waitresses, one cook, and three groups of customers occupied the building. The restrooms were located near the back, along with an emergency fire exit. Grateful for an escape route, Chase touched his fingers to Sierra’s lower back, guiding her toward the last booth as if they were a couple out on a casual date. After they settled in, a waitress dressed from head to toe in pale yellow shuffled over and set down two menus and silverware.
