Page 6 of Win a Date with a Detective

Oh, that bastard.

He knows exactly what he’s doing.

I raise my paddle again.

Lenora makes a strangled noise beside me.

“Rachel!”

“What? He smiled at me!”

“He’s supposed to smile at people! He’s being auctioned off!”

“Well, it’s working!”

The bidding continues.

One woman drops out.

Then another.

Until it’s just me and a particularly determined brunette near the front of the ballroom.

I don’t know who she is.

I don’t know what she does for a living.

But I do know one thing.

She is not going on a date with my detective.

The auctioneer calls out the next amount.

The brunette hesitates.

I raise my paddle.

She looks over her shoulder.

I smile sweetly.

She shakes her head and lowers her paddle.

“Going once!”

My heart pounds.

“Going twice!”

Lenora squeezes my arm.

“Sold!”

I practically leap out of my chair.

Holy shit.

I just bought myself a detective.