If he did and took off on foot, well, there was a reason she had let him get a few drinks in before revealing herself. He didn't seem to notice the boot on his back tire. She stepped into the cold Boston night in time to see her target dart across the street towards his car and yank the door open. She could already feel the blisters forming. She followed his retreat, picking her way around servers and tables in the stilettos she still planned to return.
“Seriously?” she muttered as he took off towards the exit. She was on her feet fast, but not fast enough to avoid the shock of red wine down her dress. He rocketed from his seat and took the table with him, flipping it towards her. “You're a bail bondsman?” he sneered at her.Īs intended, the tight pink dress had thrown him off, but she could hold her own. The restaurant erupted with applause as the woman beside them accepted the proposal.Įmbezzler guy was still piecing it all together. “I'm the chick who put up the rest of the money.”
“Your wife loved you so much that when you went to jail for embezzlement, she bailed you out.” He nearly choked and his eyes bulged as he tried to recover. “I think your wife would be sorry to hear that,” she said. She could hear the lie in his voice like a sour note.Īt the table across from them, past a large vase of light-covered branches, a man was getting down on one knee in front of a wide-eyed woman.Įmma took a calculated sip of her wine and watched her date down the rest of his drink. It's just me,” he said, like he'd had a rough go of it. She all but batted her eyelashes and waited for him to finish his drink. for a night out,” she replied and raised an eyebrow suggestively. Leave it to this guy to assume everyone celebrated the holiday. She cocked her head and coiled a strand of long blond hair around her finger as though it hadn't occurred to her. “Christmas Eve is kind of a weird night for a date, huh?” the man across from Emma Swan mused as he swirled his bourbon-on-the-rocks in its glass.
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