“Please, Erin, sit down.” She shook her head, too angry to speak. Blake was insistent. “Look, Erin. Obviously that man is harassing you. If he continues, let me know and I’ll have him reported. Cops can be held accountable too, you know. But we don’t have to let him spoil our dinner. Here is our wine now. Please. Sit down.” Erin hesitated, then sat back down trying to keep her hands from shaking. She took several deep breaths determined to be calm. When she thought she could speak in a relatively composed voice, she apologized. “I… I’m sorry, Blake. Nate is… is Lt. Lang’s cousin. Connor Lang is my boss. He isn’t anything like his cousin, thank God.” “I’m glad to hear that. But let’s not waste time talking about overgrown gym rats who like to throw their weight around. He’s not worth the energy.” As though he was determined to start fresh, Blake gave her an appraising once over. “I haven’t had the opportunity to tell you how beautiful you look tonight.
