Page 5 of Win a Date with a Detective

Lenora grabs my arm.

“Oh my God. He’s talking directly to you.”

“He doesn’t even know me!”

“Yet.”

Bronson hands the microphone back to the auctioneer.

I’m in love.

Well.

Possibly.

Further investigation is clearly required.

The bidding begins.

I raise my paddle.

And immediately discover that I’m not the only woman in Las Vegas interested in spending an evening with a handsome detective.

Rude.

A woman across the room raises her paddle.

I raise mine again.

Another woman joins in.

I narrow my eyes.

Lenora leans toward me.

“Rachel.”

“What?”

“You have that look.”

“What look?”

“The one you get when you’re about to do something expensive.”

“It’s for charity.”

“Of course it is.”

The auctioneer calls out another amount.

My paddle shoots into the air.

Across the ballroom, Bronson is watching the proceedings with an expression that suggests he’s thoroughly entertained.

Then his gaze finds mine.

And he smiles.