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Caroline had never spent a longer five minutes. Twice the waiter came and asked if he should clear Calvin’s plate, but Caroline had no idea if her husband was finished eating or not. So far on their formal date, they’d spent more time away from each other than together.
Not that Caroline would complain.
Before Calvin ran off, she convinced herself the girl in the bathroom couldn’t have been Becky. It would be too much of a coincidence. Tens of thousands of teens had blond curls like that. It didn’t make every single one of their mothers a kidnapping suspect.
But then she remembered the way Calvin had stared at the girl as she exited the bathroom. How quickly he jumped out of his seat and took off to follow her. What was he going to do? It wasn’t like he had any jurisdiction out
