Page 31 of Win a Date with a Detective

She swallows.

Oh, sweetheart. I’m going to enjoy figuring you out.

But first, there’s something considerably more important I need to know.

“Tell me something about yourself. Something that has absolutely nothing to do with true crime.”

She considers this. “Well, I’m a social-media manager.”

“I know that.”

“You do?”

“Your brother mentioned it backstage.”

She groans. “I’m going to murder Tyler.”

I laugh. “Tell me about your job. What do you like about it?”

She looks down at her chocolate bar. Then back at me.

“I like helping people tell their stories.”

“Yeah?”

She nods. “Most people think social media is just posting pictures and making ridiculous videos. But I like figuring out what makes someone interesting. What makes them different. What makes people care.”

I study her. Maybe Rachel’s fascination with true crime might have considerably more to do with people than murder.

She wants to understand them. Their motivations. Their secrets.

Their stories.

And fuck me if that doesn’t make her even more attractive.

“Sounds like you’re good at your job.”

She smiles. “I think so.”

“I know so.”

Her expression softens. And for a moment, neither of us speaks.

Then she clears her throat. “So. What about you?”

“What about me?”

“What do you do when you’re not solving crimes?”

I shrug. “Nothing particularly exciting.”

“Try me.”

“I work out. Watch baseball. Occasionally cook.”

She stares. “That’s it?”

“Pretty much.”