Kate glanced over toward DeMarco, every bit as pretty as the two younger women sitting at the table. If they were right about this guy, she couldn’t wait to see how DeMarco handled him. It made her think, however briefly, of tossing Brian Neilbolt off of his porch. With a thin smile, she looked at DeMarco and just like that, the tension that they’d felt in the car for a moment was obliterated and they were on the same page without speaking a single word between them.
