Hero Unmasked: 3 (Heroes of Saturn) by Anna Alexander Page A

outside of the envelope was blank. Inside held a single sheet of paper. The blood rushed in her ears as she slid out the paper and saw the bold, blocked-lettered black script in the center.
     
    Dessert?
    7:30 your place. I’ll bring the wine.
    -C
     
    Her brain refused to process the information. “I don’t understand.”
    Officer Kilsgaard smiled. “You have an admirer.”
    “I still don’t understand.”
    “This morning I responded to an accident near the Old Saw Bridge and,” his voice lowered to a murmur, “our mutual acquaintance was there. He told me he had patrolled this area of town and asked me about you. Apparently you made quite an impression on him last night.”
    “I did?” she squeaked then flushed again when she noticed Aunt Bridget taking an avid interest in their conversation. She angled her body away from her too-interested aunt and asked in a more controlled voice, “You talked about me? What did he say? He really gave this to you?”
    “Correct. And I am to report back to him with your answer. I’ve been instructed to ensure it is in the affirmative.”
    Had the world turned upside down? No way was she being asked out by the man of her dreams via the hunky guy she turned down the night before. This had to be a joke or else everything the officer said last night about his interest in her was a lie. “Why did you agree to deliver this? I mean, especially after yesterday.”
    He ran a finger over the smooth countertop, eyes downcast. “I like you, Fiona, and I want you to be happy. If not with me, then with someone else who deserves you. Believe me though, I’d rather you give me a chance. But the Cha—he’s a good guy. And I think he’s lonely. It’s not like he has a lot of friends or someone he can relax around. You’ll be good for him too.”
    Her fingers tightened on the paper that still carried the heat of Cam’s touch, as if it were fresh from the copy machine. She drew the paper to her chest then realized tucking it between her cleavage was not the most mature move.
    “Wow. I don’t know what to say.”
    “Then I’ll answer for you. I’ll let him know you’ll be waiting.”
    “How? Can’t I call him?”
    “He uses more elementary methods of communication. He has to be careful who has a direct line of contact to him. So is it a yes?”
    The word came to her lips then clung to her tongue. Why was she suddenly afraid? It was only a meeting, after all. Not even a date. And here was this great guy standing before her, who made no bones about wanting to spend more time with her. What should she say? Who should she choose?
    “Yes.” The word came out on a breath.
    One night. She could be reckless for one night.
    The slow, sexy smile that curled his firm lips almost made her take the word back. Cripes, when did she go from having one potential suitor to two? Some women might think this was a good problem to have, but all Fiona wondered was what gods did she piss off to be tortured in this fashion.
    “Good.” He rapped his knuckles on the countertop. “If it doesn’t work out between you two, will you reconsider my offer?”
    She nodded. “Thank you, Officer…Dhavin.”
    “My pleasure. Bridget, love.” He sauntered toward her aunt. “Is that a fresh batch of shortbread I smell?”
    “Yes,” her aunt answered slowly. Her narrowed-eyed gaze bounced back and forth between them. “This is the second day in a row you’ve been in. You must really like our sweets.” She waggled her eyebrows at the innuendo.
    “They are the best I’ve ever tasted. But you already know that.” He winked. “Give me three dozen to take back to the station. Once that storm hits, it’s going to be a long night for us on duty.”
    “Sure thing.” She reached for a white box and began to load it with large handfuls, not even bothering to count. “This will be on the house.”
    “Auntie,” Fiona exclaimed.
    “All right, all right. Half price,” she whispered.
    Fiona let it go. After