Page 36 of Win a Date with a Detective

“Inside his jacket. Pretended it was a gun.”

“Oh my God.”

“He dropped it while running away.”

I burst out laughing.

“And you caught him?”

“Eventually.”

“Was the banana entered into evidence?”

Bronson grins.

“Absolutely.”

I nearly choke on my milkshake.

And that’s when I realize something.

I could do this forever.

Sit across from this man, laughing over ridiculous stories, stealing his french fries, and occasionally admiring the way his shirt stretches across his chest.

Which is a rather alarming realization to have on a first date.

Even one that involved a police interrogation.

My phone buzzes again.

This time, it’s a notification from a local entertainment account I follow.

A photograph catches my attention. It’s Vanessa and her fiancé.

Apparently, their engagement has been quite the social event. I click on the post. Then another. And another.

Huh.

That’s interesting.

“What is it?” Bronson asks.

I turn my phone toward him. “Remember Vanessa’s fiancé?”

“Unfortunately.”

“Did you know he proposed to her twice?”

Bronson frowns. “What?”

I show him the photographs.

“Look. This picture was posted three months ago. They’re celebrating their engagement. She’s wearing a ring.”

“Okay.”

“But this photograph is from last week. Another proposal. Different ring.”