Four
BY FRIDAY NIGHT, I have mapped out what I consider to be the perfect date.
We’ve agreed that, for the time being, I will pick Helen up behind the police department. Her office is near the back entrance, and since it will not involve her walking past other offices, it makes for a discreet meeting spot.
I have to admit, my initial distaste for sneaking around has been replaced by a certain thrill. Anna knows what she is talking about. This is exciting.
Kind of makes up for the things Helen crossed off my list. Not completely, but almost.
I’m watching the back door with anticipation. When it finally opens, the sight takes my breath away.
Helen is stunning. Her black hair is pinned up in the back and, as always, a few curls have gotten loose. She is wearing the dress that she bough
