beat yourself up too bad. I’ve taken down men a lot bigger than you.”
A singular brow arched in the center of Xavier’s forehead.
“Really? Care to tell me about it over waffles?”
“Uh, maybe another time,” she said, clinging to the leather strap of her duffel bag and stepping backward toward her car. “I’m really beat and just want to fall into bed.”
An effortless smile eased across his face, and though he didn’t say the words, his eyes asked, Want company?
“See you tomorrow night,” Cheryl said, continuing to walk backward to her car.
“Yeah.” He started walking backward himself. “See you.”
Cheryl bumped into the front of her car and then turned around so that she could go to the driver’s side and climb in as soon as possible. After getting behind the wheel and starting the car, she was still a bundle of nerves. When she pulled out of the parking lot, Xavier, still standing at the front door of the club, lifted his hand to wave goodbye.
She smiled sheepishly and waved, then quickly jammed her foot on the accelerator and peeled off. Not until she was twenty minutes down the road did her heart rate return to normal and she felt like herself again.
“This case is definitely going to be a lot harder than I thought.”
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