Page 37 of Win a Date with a Detective

He studies the screen. “Maybe he upgraded.”

“That’s what I thought. But look at the captions.”

I scroll.

“Three months ago, Vanessa said he’d surprised her with her grandmother’s heirloom diamond. Last week, she says he surprised her by having the family diamond reset.”

Bronson’s expression changes.

“What are you thinking?” I ask.

“That I’d like to know exactly when that ring was insured.”

My eyes widen. “Holy shit.”

He smiles. “Nice catch.”

I practically glow. “Thank you.”

“Although I’m officially forbidding you from investigating any further tonight.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m on a date with a beautiful woman, and I’d rather spend the rest of the evening paying attention to her.”

Oh. Well. That’s considerably more interesting than insurance fraud.

I put my phone facedown.

“Detective, you have my undivided attention.”

By the time Bronson pulls up outside my apartment, it’s so late, I know I should be exhausted.

I’m not.

I’m wide awake. And ridiculously reluctant to get out of his truck.

“That was quite the first date.”

He chuckles. “Memorable, at least.”

“Ten out of ten.”

“Even with the interrogation?”

“Especially with the interrogation.”

He shakes his head. “You’re something else, Rachel.”

I smile. “So I’ve been told.”

For a moment, neither of us moves.

Then Bronson reaches across the console and brushes his thumb against my cheek.

And suddenly, all the jokes disappear.

“Can I kiss you?”