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sold every year in a variety of genres, thank you very much.” Amy stood hands on hips. “The day of the bodice ripper is long gone and authors of romance consider them adult entertainment.”
    “Sorry, I stand corrected.”
    “Well, you’ll see what I’m talking about when you arrive for our date, Constable Robertson.” Amy suspected such a cryptic response would pique a cop’s interest. And judging by how intently he’d been staring into her eyes and watching her every move, he might be extremely interested in her already. Was that little comment about the closet to let her know he wasn’t gay? The thought had never crossed her mind. She hoped he hadn’t noticed her racing pulse and rapid breathing while defending her livelihood, all the time visualizing herself as the heroine he’d spoken of and he as the hero. And she sincerely hoped he was attracted to her. Lord knows, she found him attractive. Dating again might be fun, especially a slightly younger man. She’d peg him at twenty-five, maybe twenty-six. Of course, nothing permanent would ever come of it.
    “Okay.” He frowned for a minute and then smiled. “Please, call me Kevin. I’ll see you tomorrow night at six-thirty.”
    “Six-thirty works for me.” She set aside her shock at being asked out on a date and playfully wagged her finger at him. “But no more driving while using your cell phone.”
    “Wouldn’t think of it. I have a professional image to maintain.” Kevin maneuvered his cart around hers. “See you tomorrow.”
    “I’m looking forward to it.”
    Amy was standing in line at the checkout counter when Kevin pushed his cart toward the grocery store exit fifteen minutes later. She heard him whistling. And then his cell phone rang.
    *
     
    Kevin pulled his cell phone out of his pocket while he steered his cart through the automatic doors and exited the grocery store. “Hello.”
    “Kevin, this is Sally Wilson.”
    “Yeah, I noticed your call awhile ago, but I couldn’t answer just then.” Kevin unlocked his truck and stuffed his bags of groceries onto the passenger seat.
    “Driving?”
    “Something along those lines.” Kevin chuckled, recalling the chastisement he’d received from Amy for ‘driving’ his grocery cart while using his cell. He returned the cart to the cart stand.
    “The reason I called...I thought you’d like to know the latest.”
    “About what?” Kevin rounded the truck, climbed into the driver’s seat, and fastened his seat belt. All the exciting stuff always happened on his days off, he lamented.
    “That teen that broke into Amy MacArthur’s house?”
    “The one in rehab? What about him?”
    “His parents were just informed that he’s missing,” announced Sally.
    Kevin’s heart stopped for a second before resuming a normal rhythm. “You’re kidding me! What happened?”
    “His parents signed him into rehab, dropped off a suitcase of clean clothes, and informed him he was staying put for at least three months until he got his life together.” Sally coughed, sipped something, and then continued. “Sorry. Anyway, I called the rehab and talked to the supervisor in charge. Seems our thief traded a pair of designer jeans for another kid’s help in causing a diversion of some sort to facilitate an escape. Apparently, it worked perfectly. He’s gone.”
    “Shit!”
    “Yeah, exactly. And plenty of it hit the fan when the supervisor found out. The kid has been missing for a couple of hours now. He didn’t go home, obviously, and nobody has a clue where he went.”
    “Thanks for letting me know, Sally.”
    “I wish we could inform Amy. He did threaten her.”
    “Let’s wait and hope they catch the little bugger before much longer.” Kevin’s index finger tapped the steering wheel in a rapid staccato. “If he isn’t apprehended by tomorrow, maybe I’ll ask our supervisor’s opinion. Maybe he’ll grant permission.”
    “Okay. Garrett doesn’t think he’ll attempt to contact her. But