“How did it go?” Kyle asked when Brax joined him in front of the restaurant.
“She’s got a stalker, all right. It took some talking, but I finally convinced her to go to the police. They’re better equipped to handle the guy. If they’re unwilling or unable to do anything, then I’ll step in.”
“Who is he?”
“Her ex-boyfriend. Apparently he’s not willing to accept the ‘ex’ part. She promised to talk to the police first thing in the morning. Tonight, she’s staying with her brother and his wife. Enough of this, though. I’m starving.”
“Meaning we should go in and get a table?” Kyle replied, smirking.
“That would be my suggestion, wiseass.”
The wait was short before the hostess led them to a table for two along one wall. Their waitress brought them menus and took their drink orders. By the tim
