In the last day, he’d discovered some facts about her personal life that had left him with even more questions. Why was she in town on his father’s dime? Why had she stood outside a day care playground, all her attention focused on one little girl? At seven P.M. that night, Booker entered the Rhineland Grill and waited in the bar until Erin joined him. “You look astonishing,” he said, taking in her sleek black dress and sexy makeup. He wondered how she thought the evening would end. Probably the same way he did, though he doubted it would ever come to pass because of the questions he intended to ask. Over dinner, he kept the conversation light. It might be the last time they sat like this, enjoying each other’s company, feeling the electricity of their attraction clear to the soles of their feet. When she reached across the table and touched his hand right after they’d ordered a dessert to share, he knew if he didn’t approach the subject soon, he never would. “I got a call last night from a friend.
