Chapter 22

Garrett pulled up and a teen-aged boy opened his door while another got Johnette’s. Garrett held his keys in his hands and almost got back in the car when Johnette pursed her lips and cocked her head at him. Garrett laid the keys in the young man’s outstretched hand.

Johnette’s pursed lips melted into a smile as he came around the car. He offered his elbow, which she snatched up. Garrett took a slow breath, they weren’t safe at home plate yet. He had to get past the gatekeeper.

“Good evening, sir,” the ma?tre d’ said to Garrett and nodded at Johnette. With a cold, forced smile, he asked, “And with whom are we dining tonight?” He raised his brow.