“It’s a date.” We spent some more time chatting about nothing, and I relaxed a bit. Thankfully, he said he had a meeting in the morning, so we weren’t out long. I was very thankful that he kissed my cheek and not my lips when we parted.
How could I know that the very next day I would be in my office with a very upset Lexi and a very pissed off Keith? Keith, who had nearly had his shoulder ripped off by a Cartel member, was in considerable pain. I certainly hadn’t prepared myself for such an unexpected meeting with the two of them. And Scoot, who I was sure now thought he was a professional, had draped himself on the armrest of my chair and stared at them with the same intensity as he would a pair of mice.
“Well, this is unexpected,” I began. “I’m sorry your mission was cut short, Keith.
