CHAPTER 29

“I’ll tell them I’ve been kidnapped.”

“They’ll probably believe it.”

She took his hand. He smiled, his heart warming. She could deny it all she

wanted, but he knew she cared. “What that trooper said bothered you, didn’t it?”

Actually, he hadn’t thought about that trooper since his toes had been used in ways they’d never been used before. He shrugged. “Eh, I’m used to it.”

She squeezed his hand. “I’m sorry to hear that. No one should have to tolerate being discriminated against based on their looks.”

They paused at a street corner and waited for the traffic to thin enough for them to cross. Brian watched the patrons entering the restaurants in the vicinity. A construction crew, several office workers, and three well-dressed executives entered a small eatery in the center of the block. It didn’t look fancy, so the food must be good. Pam’s Clams. Myrna wasn’t watching the pedestrian traffic. She was watching him again. He liked it when she couldn’t keep her eyes off him. He pretended he