About That Night (FBI/US Attorney #3)(68)
“Calm down, it’s not a setup.” Rylann hedged a little on that. “I’d call it more a meet and greet. Just a guy I work with; it’ll be totally casual. He doesn’t even know you’re—”
“Uh-uh. No way.” Rae grabbed her purse and drink off the table. “You know I hate these kinds of things. They’re so artificial and forced.”
“Come on. After all the matchmaking schemes you’ve put me through since college, you owe me.”
“That’s probably true. But still, I’m out of here.” Rae took a step back from the table.
As if in slow motion, Rylann saw what was about to happen. “Rae, look—”
“Nice try, Pierce. But you’re going to have to try a little harder to get the jump on me.” With a satisfied grin, she whirled around and—
—ran smack into the chest of one designer-suit-wearing Special Agent Sam Wilkins.
A chest now drenched in iced cappuccino.
“Oh my gosh, I am so sorry,” Rae blurted out.
He sighed. “It would have to be one of the Varvatos suits.” Then he peered down at Rae, seeing her face for the first time. “Oh. Hello.”
Rae’s gaze lingered several seconds, seemingly mesmerized by his dazzling smile. She held up the soggy napkin from her drink. “Napkin?”
He took the napkin from her. “Assault with a loaded cappuccino. That’s a new one.”
Just in time, Rae recovered her wits. “Purely self-defense. You sidled up on me without warning.”
“Those would be my stealth moves.” He held out his hand. “Special Agent Sam Wilkins.”
“Rae Ellen Mendoza.”
Back at the table, Rylann watched this interaction with interest. Rae Ellen? This was getting serious. She waved cheerfully at Wilkins. “Good to see you again, Sam.”
Rae shot her a look. “You two know each other?”
“Sure do.” Wilkins blotted the coffee on his suit with the wet napkin. “We work together.”
“How interesting,” Rae said. “And you just happened to be in the area?”
“Actually, yes,” Wilkins said. “I was in front of the grand jury this afternoon for three hours and needed some caffeine before heading back to the FBI office. Saw Rylann and thought I’d come over to say hi.”
“Oh.” Rae pointed to his wet suit, making an apologetic face. “Sorry you have to go back to the office like that.”
“Since I’m by far the best-dressed agent in the office, you’re really putting my reputation on the line here. Luckily, I know how you can make it up to me.” Wilkins reached into the inner pocket of his blazer, exposing a glimpse of his gun harness. He pulled out his business card and handed it to Rae. “That’s my info. Call me—so I know where to send my dry cleaning bill,” he added with an amused sparkle in his light brown eyes.
Rae looked at the card, then back at Sam. “I’ll think about it.”
“You do that.” He handed her back the soggy napkin. “Because if you don’t call, Rae Ellen Mendoza, you’re going to ruin a really good meet-cute story.”
She smiled. “Since when do FBI agents know about meet-cutes?”
Wilkins winked as he turned to leave. “I think you’ll find that I’m not the average FBI agent.” He raised his hand in good-bye. “See you later, Rylann.”
And just as quickly as he appeared, he was gone.
“Well. That was fun.” Rylann picked up her latte and stood up from the table. Clearly, her business here was done.
Rae was silent as the two of them walked out of the Starbucks together. When they stepped outside, she finally caved. “All right. Tell me.”
“Yale Law School, joined the FBI last year. He works in the violent crimes division and specializes in homicide cases.”
Rae digested all that. “He’s a little young. But that smile is deadly.” She shot Rylann a coy look. “That was actually pretty smooth.”
The true tactical details of Operation Setup would go with Rylann to her grave. “Of course it was. You’re not the only one who’s a matchmaking evil genius.”
“I meant Agent Wilkins was pretty smooth.”
“So he passed the five-minute test?”
“We’ll see.” But Rae’s Cheshire Cat-like grin said it all as she walked away, heading in the direction of her office.
Rylann stood on the sidewalk, watching her friend go.
And all was right with the world.
“Rylann—hey.”
She looked over and saw Cade Morgan approaching.
He gestured behind him. “I just ran into Sam Wilkins, covered in cappuccino. He said something about a meet-cute? No clue what that means.” He stopped next to her in front of the Starbucks. “So what did I miss?”
Rylann smiled. Poor Cade. So close and yet so far.
Maybe next time.
TO ENTERTAIN CLIENTS, Rhodes Network Consulting LLC—aka Kyle—had purchased a premium theater box at the United Center. The box included four private seats with perfect views just twenty-eight rows above the floor, in-seat wait service, and a reserved table at the stadium’s exclusive lounge and bar.
Of course, since Rhodes Network Consulting LLC currently had no clients, the box hadn’t seen a lot of action as of late. Thus, after Jordan had essentially decreed that he and Nick have a guy’s night out to “bond,” Kyle had offered up the seats and told Nick to feel free to bring along a friend. He’d also asked Dex to join them—the more the merrier, he’d figured.