You can’t go meet a stranger for a date. What if he’s a predator?” She fluffed her hair out of the neck of her cardigan. It made the generous curves of her breasts threaten to spill over the top of her shirt. Swarthy Massimo was going to take one look at her and do or say something stupid, and then I was going to have to ruin his fucking life. “It’s fine. People meet strangers on the internet all the time now, and hardly any of them end up murdered.”
