Music thumped from the interior of the cafe. Ethan stopped under the awning, eyeing the building in distaste. He'd never been a fan of rock music—in any of its configurations. Though he'd certainly heard a lot of it since Shirleyhad come to live with him.
Shirley... God, what was he going to do with her?
He was only certain of one thing—he loved her, and he'd be damned if he was going to let her walk away from him when this case was over. Ben was right.
There had to be a common ground somewhere. Had to be some compromise that would make them both happy. All they had to do was find it.
And find it they would—even if he had to tie her to the bed to keep her in his life and talking to him.
He took a deep breath and tried to push all thoughts of her aside as he entered the noise-laden building. His senses tingled with awareness—the fiend was inside, waiting.
"Table for Farmer," he said, as a waiter walked up to greet him.
