"What happened?"
Chapter Fifteen
~ Dalton ~
I didn't want to know. I really didn't. I just knew whatever this guy had to say it involved Brasov. I pressed my face into Andrew's chest and closed my eyes. "Can we go back to bed? I was having so much more fun there."
Andrew's hand moved to the nape of my neck again, and he gave me a little squeeze. "I'd love nothing better, Dalton, but we need to find out what has Ivan's panties in a twist first. The more we know, the better prepared we are."
I whined as my shoulders slumped.
Andrew pressed a kiss to the top of my head. "Soon, I promise."
"Mr. Knox needs to see this," Ivan said.
"He's in the dining room with Newt."
Ivan walked away with a definite clip in his step. It looked weird on a man so big. That actually didn't make me feel any better. If he was in that much of a hurry, I dreaded finding out what he wanted us to see.
"Would you go out on a date with me?"
My head snapped up. "You want to go out on a date?"
Andrew grinned. "Yes. I know we talked about going to dinner, but I want a date. A real date."
Oh. A real date. When was the last time anyone had bothered to take me out on a real date? They usually just wanted to see me dance and then get me into bed. Andrew had already done that, and he was still asking.
"I think I'd like that."
"I want to take you to Esquires."
My eyebrows lifted. Esquires was one of the fanciest restaurants in the city, and my understanding was that it had the right to be. Not only was the ambiance perfect but the food was five-star French cuisine.
It was also very expensive.
"Can you afford Esquires?"
Andrew chuckled. "I can afford Esquires, and besides, the chef and owner is a personal friend."
"I'll bet you meet a lot of interesting people in your line of work."
"I do, but Pierre was just a simple bistro cook in Paris when Knox met him and brought him to America. Esquires was simply an idea at that point."
"It was a very good idea." Or so I'd heard. I'd never been able to afford going there. I tugged at the collar of Andrew's shirt before smoothing it out. "You know, you don't have to take me to some fancy restaurant. I'd be just as happy if you made me dinner at your place."
"Our third date."
I chuckled until I heard the others coming back into the room, and then I didn't have anything to be amused about. I swallowed tightly before turning to look at Ivan.
"So, what's this all about, Ivan?" Andrew asked.
"I don't know if the good detective or one of his officers called Brasov as soon as they left, but someone did. Detective Jones hasn't even been gone fifteen minutes and this was just on the news." Ivan did something with the tablet in his hands and the television on the wall came to life.
"Oh god," I whispered when I saw Brasov, some older guy in a dark Armani suit, and a beautiful blonde-haired woman standing in front of a group of reporters. "Hey, I know her. She was one of the women I danced for at Carmen's bachelorette party."
I didn't have a clue who the older man was.
"We've asked the police to look into Dalton's disappearance," Brasov was saying, "but they don't seem to be too worried that he's missing. We've been told he has to be gone for twenty-four hours before he can be considered missing, but he might not be alive by then. That's why we've come to you for help."
