Chapter 20

If it hadn’t been for last night at the club, he would definitely put it down to an overactive imagination, but that plus Damien’s warning told him he was under surveillance. It would be great if I could figure out why.

Nothing more piqued his senses between leaving the store’s lot and getting back to his apartment. He put everything away then, since it was almost dinnertime and he’d stocked up, he decided to do some real cooking. Forty minutes later, the aroma of chicken Parmesan was wafting through the apartment. He had the dining table set for one, coffee brewing, and his book by his place to read while he ate, when there was a knock on the door.

Lyle’s pulse quickened and he went to answer, partly in the hope it was Damien, and partly afraid that it wasn’t. He peered through the peephole. It was Damien, much to his relief, so he smiled as he opened the door.

His friend sniffed dramatically. “Don’t know what you’re cooking but I sure hope you made enough for two.”