“Why does it matter?”
“I see where he’s going with this,” Squeaker said gleefully.
“Humor me.”
Fiona had to think about it. She had only gone there the once. She closed her eyes, remembering that night. The bright neon sign above the door came back to her like a flash. “Hurricane Mike’s.”
“Did you get that?”
“Yeah.” There was a series of clicks on the other end of the line. Squeaker was typing away madly on her computer. “They have a security camera. When were you there?” Fiona gave her the date. “Perfect. I’ll be in touch.” Squeaker hung up.
Vinceput his phone away and sat down on the bed next to Fiona, taking her in his arms. “We’re going to find this guy. I promise.”
“I’m still not convinced it was the guy from the bar doing this. I only met him the once.”
“Squeaker will go through the security footage and find out for sure. If anything, we’ll find out if someone did in fact slip something into your drink.”
That would be a relief to know, but it didn’t change the fact that it happened. She felt so violated that someone would do that to her. She hadn’t felt comfortable going to bars since that night. The girls had to practically drag her earlier.
“Marley’s is the only bar we go to.” He said, as if reading her mind. “You can trust that place to keep you safe. We know the owner, a retired colonel. He doesn’t let anything happen to his patrons. Now enough about stalkers and everything else. You need a fun night out on the town. How about tonight, we go for a walk on the River Walk and find a place there to eat.”
“Oh.” Fiona’s eyes lit up. A dinner date withVince. This day was turning out to be heaven. She was afraid to pinch herself and find it all a dream.
“You haven’t seen much of San Antonio since you got here. I’d like to rectify that.”
“Sounds perfect. Though dinner is a long way off, whatever will we do in the meantime?” She knew there was still a threat against her that Squeaker was working toward solving, but for just a little while, she wanted to pretend there wasn’t drama in her life and someone wasn’t stalking and threatening her.
Vincelowered himself over her, kissing her as he pushed her back against the bed.
“I love the way your mind works,” Fiona husked, pullingVince’s shirt over his head.
“Then you’re really going to love this.”
Chapter 19
Fiona felt like she was on cloud nine as she andVincewalked hand in hand down the River Walk. A date withVinceGreen. If someone had told her a month ago that she would be datingVince, she would have punched them. She had visited San Antonio a few times over the years with her family and had seen the sights, but today felt different. She supposedVincehad a lot to do with that. It wasn’t so much the sights that felt different, it was her. She felt loved.
Making love toVincehad been everything she could have wanted and more. He was such a giving lover. That was what her first time should have been like, but bar guy had been a poor substitute for what she really wanted. Now, she didn’t think she could ever be satisfied by another.
She would have to find a way to tell her family she was moving to Texas. They would be upset at first, but once they knew how much she andVinceloved each other, they would come around. Her future suddenly looked brighter; she forgot all about her troubles and focused on the now.
“What has you grinning like that?”Vincenudged her with his elbow, smiling.
“I’m just thinking about how much I love you and how happy I am.”
“Me too.”Vincekissed her forehead before looking around. “Where should we eat?”
“You pick.” She didn’t know the restaurants here and wasn’t feeling picky. As long as she could spend time withVince, she didn’t care where they were. A bed would be preferable, but they did have to eat at some point and breakfast had been their last meal.
“Barbeque?”
“Perfect.”
Vinceweaved them through the crowd, always keeping Fiona close to his side or behind him if there wasn’t enough room. She smiled at how sweet and protective he was. A girl could get used to this kind of special treatment.
Fiona smelled the place before they walked in. She loved the smell of smoked barbeque. Her mouth was already watering for ribs and homemade mac ‘n’ cheese. She crossed her fingers, hoping there was homemade corn bread. While her mother made many meat dishes, she didn’t barbeque them. And she sure never made barbeque. Her friend David introduced her to barbeque a few years ago and at least once a month they’d get it.
Vincetook her to a small restaurant where you ordered through a line and sat down at one of the picnic tables lined throughout the restaurant. Paper towel rolls sat at opposite ends of the tables, along with an array of different sauces.
