Allison asked, frowning at him over her Belgian waffle.Charlie glanced around the Georgia Diner, smiled at a few people he suspected were eavesdropping and shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “No. It’s no joke,” he said, praying there wouldn’t be an explosion. He had no idea what possessed him to do this in person. It might have had a lot to do with the fact that he’d generally liked Allison. Once he remembered who she was.They’d met in a public library. She had her nose buried in a mystery book. He was struggling with a term paper.Allison was kind and nurturing. However, she was also a tad bit clingy and had a habit of laughing like a hyena.“You mean you weren’t a secret agent for the CIA?”Oh, yeah…she was a little gullible, too.“Sorry,” he said, cringing. “I’m afraid not.”“What about that elaborate story about a covert mission to bring down the Hawaiian Mafia in New Jersey?”Hawaiian Mafia? “Never been to New Jersey.”Allison lowered her fork and eased back in her chair.
