CHAPTER 127

Ouch! “No comment. Please stop.”

As they neared the car, the photographer followed, and Luc cursed and ran, urging Alyssa along.

“I should follow you so you don’t have to drive me back here . . . after,” she suggested, keeping pace with him.

“I don’t mind,” he insisted.

She sent him a brittle smile. “You will.”

What did that mean? Had Peter started misbehaving now that he was out on bail and awaiting his trial? Jack hadn’t said a word, damn it! He’d talked to Deke’s business partner nearly every day.

“If we want to make a quick exit, it would be best if you just hopped in the car,” he pressed, unlocking it with his key fob.

“I insist.”

Stubborn to a fault. “Okay . . . Two blocks east there’s a quiet little Italian place. I don’t think the photographer will follow us there if we’re quick.”

“They hound you like that a lot now?”

He winced. “Just since I started doing the talk shows. I keep hoping they’ll go away. Does Italian sound good?”

“Sure.” The word itself was enthusiastic, but the