CHAPTER EIGHT
Brian was sitting in the same seat at the coffee shop as the day before. I sat across from him. “Good morning.”
He smiled, and my heart did a flip. What was happening? I hadn’t let any man get close to me since Craig Clark in college. The memory still stung and warned me that I wasn’t suited for relationships.
He passed my phone across the table. “Sorry. That call was from a burner phone. Whoever placed it made sure it couldn’t be tracked. Has anything else happened?”
I shook my head. “No. Hopefully, you’re wrong, and it was just a prank. I’m curious, though, is part of your training at the FDA tracking phones?”
His smile widened. “Not exactly. I used to be a detective.”
“Really? Why did you quit?”
He paused as the waitress brought over two cups of coffee. When she wen
