Chapter 11

During the drive to the restaurant, Max found himself checking the rearview mirror. I’m getting paranoid before I have to. Probably because setting the security reminds me there’s a reason we have it. In less than a week, we’ll find out if we really need it.That thought sent a shiver down his spine.

He pasted a smile on his face as he walked from the parking lot to the restaurant. It became a real one the moment he saw Deacon standing at the entrance, waiting for him. Damn, he looks good. Deacon was also wearing slacks and a button-down shirt—a green one in his case—with his jacket slung over one shoulder.

“You clean up nicely,” Deacon said, as soon as Max was within earshot.

“Thanks. You look pretty good, too.”

“Pretty good?”

Max chuckled. “Okay, verygood.”