Notorious Nineteen

around . . . if there was a next time around.
    “I guess most brides have pre-wedding jitters,” Amanda said. “I’m not even sure I did the right thing by having such anelaborate wedding. I almost wish we’d just gone off and gotten married.”
    “It’ll all be great,” I said. “You’ll be a beautiful bride.”
    Amanda sipped at the wine that was set in front of her. “Have you ever thought about marrying Ranger?”
    “Ranger and I aren’t really a couple,” I said.
    “Right,” Amanda said, rolling her eyes and smiling.
    When Amanda rolled her eyes it was cute. In fact it was adorable, because Amanda was adorable. When I roll my eyes people are afraid I’ve had a seizure.
    “I’ve seen the way he looks at you,” Amanda said.
    “Like I’m a disaster?”
    “Like he can’t take his eyes off you.”
    “We’re friends,” I said. “And sometimes we work together. I don’t think Ranger is ready for a relationship.”
    Amanda glanced over at him. “He’s very handsome,” she whispered.
    I nodded in agreement. Ranger is drop-dead handsome.
    The first course was set in front of me. Green salad with croutons and chunks of tomato. Standard fare. Not especially tempting.
    Ranger was next to the bride’s mother, listening politely to her chatter. Occasionally he’d flick a glance my way but more often than not he was looking behind me, watching a waiter, scanning the room. I was doing the same, looking for someone with a dimple in his chin.
    The main course was steak, vegetable medley, and mashedpotatoes. I stared at the mashed potatoes and bit into my lower lip. I was hungry but not hungry enough to risk getting poisoned again.
    “I have someone in the kitchen,” Ranger said from across the table. “This should be okay.”

TWENTY-THREE
    IT WAS ELEVEN when we left the restaurant. Two Rangeman SUVs followed Kinsey and Amanda, and another one followed Ranger.
    “Did you think he would make a move at the restaurant?” I asked Ranger.
    “I thought he would try something at the church. It could be that he’s discouraged by the security force.”
    “I like Amanda. It was nice to get to know her. Will she be safe for the rest of the night?”
    “She’s with Kinsey. I have them back in the safe house. She should be okay.” Ranger stopped for a light and looked over at me. “Would you consider spending the night at Rangeman?”
    Oh boy. Desirable for a variety of reasons, the least of which was security, but I was remembering the conversationwith Amanda about marriage. And I was remembering Morelli.
    “Not a good idea,” I said.
    “You’d be safe there.”
    “Tempting, but I think I should go home tonight. I’m sure I’ll be fine. It’s not like I’m Orin’s number one target.”
    “No, but you could be his number two target. Hal is following us. I’ll leave him in your parking lot. And do not remove the GPS devices.”
    “Yes, sir.”
    Ten minutes later Ranger opened my door and stepped into my apartment. He did a walk-through, looking in closets and under the bed.
    “Lock up when I leave and don’t open your door to anyone,” he said. “Are you sure you don’t want me to stay?”
    I hesitated for a beat. “I’m sure.”
    He traced a line down the side of my face with his fingertip. “Would you like me to change your mind?”
    That got a smile from me. “No, but thanks for offering.”
    He stood outside my door and waited until he heard all my locks tumble into place, then he knocked once and left.
    I glanced over at Tiki. “What do you think? Did I do the right thing?”
    Tiki looked disgusted with the whole process, so I had the last beer in the fridge and went to bed. I’m not usually a restless sleeper but I had a horrible night. I was worried about Orin going after Amanda and Ranger and Kinsey. I thought itwas remote that he would attack me. He’d made a show of sending a firebomb into my apartment but I wasn’t convinced he cared about killing me or even torturing me. I figured I was tangential to his vendetta.
    At daybreak I gave up trying to sleep. I forced myself out of bed and into the shower. An hour later I was on the road in search of breakfast. I was thinking something greasy and salty and totally unhealthy. Something fattening with cheese and a worthless piece of white bread. I pulled into Cluck-in-a-Bucket and ordered their breakfast sandwich and coffee. It was too early to go to the office. Connie wouldn’t be there until eight o’clock and it