Free The Ideal Man by Julie Garwood Page B

guns and waited until after dinner to tell her about the Landrys, but she’d been too perceptive and forced him to give her the news sooner than he’d planned. Way to go, Daniels , he chided himself. Here he was, sitting across from a gorgeous, sexy woman, and all she could think about was the danger that threatened to uproot her life.
    Determined to change her mood, he said, “Tell me something.”
    “Yes?”
    “On a scale of one to ten, how’s the date going so far?”

SEVEN
    A s soon as the waiter had taken their orders and left ,Max said, “I think every man in here is staring at you.”
    The comment surprised her, and she looked around. “You’re exaggerating.”
    He wasn’t. Ellie was stunning, and even he, as cynical as he had become, was a bit in awe of her. After spending a short time with her, however, he’d come to realize her appearance didn’t define her.
    Ellie said, “Do you know, when I walked out of ICU and saw you waiting in the hall, I thought you looked so relaxed. I almost envied you.”
    “I was relaxed.”
    She didn’t argue, yet the look she gave him indicated she didn’t believe him.
    “Okay, I was worried about Goodman,” he admitted. “And I was angry.”
    “About the shooting.” It was a statement, not a question.
    “Yes, of course the shooting, but I was also furious that the Landrys got away. We should have had them.” And with what was supposed to be an airtight case this time, he thought.
    “What did Agent Hughes have to do with the investigation?” To clarify, she said, “You and Ben were talking about him when you were at my apartment.”
    “Hughes flew down from Omaha to take charge when he heard the Landrys were involved. He’s been chasing them for about four years now.”
    “You don’t like him much, do you?”
    He shrugged. “Our methods are different.”
    Tommy strolled over to their table, refilled their glasses, and handed the pitcher of ice water to a hovering waiter.
    “Did you tell Max about the golfers yet?” he asked Ellie.
    “No, I didn’t.”
    “Come on, it’s a good story. She’s humble,” he told Max. “She won’t tell you how it really went down, but I will.”
    “What happened?”
    Both Tommy and Max turned to her. There was no getting out of it, she knew.
    “It turns out I have a bit of a temper when I’m pushed,” she began. “I’m not proud of that.”
    “No, you kept your cool,” Tommy insisted. “It was that jerk you were with who lost his temper. The guy had an ego the size of Nevada.” To Max he said, “And all she did was try not to embarrass him.”
    “Up to a point,” she interjected.
    “See, here’s what happened,” Tommy continued. “There were four men, all of them in their fifties, I’m guessing, sitting at a table across my restaurant from where Ellie and the deadhead were sitting. The golfers were a loud bunch but not offensive. They were just having some fun, and they weren’t bothering any of my other customers. They’d had a lot to drink before they got here. Who could blame them? It was a real pisser out there that day, over ninety degrees.” He turned to Ellie. “Are you gonna help me tell it?”
    She laughed. “All of them had ordered steaks,” she explained.
    “Grade A prime. Meat that will melt in your mouth,” Tommy crooned. “I only serve the best.”
    “I happened to look over just as one of the golfers took a bite of his steak.”
    “It was a twenty-one-ounce porterhouse,” Tommy interjected. “One of the customers’ favorites.”
    “The man stuffed a piece the size of a small roast into his mouth. I couldn’t believe it,” she added. “I watched him, hoping he’d keep chewing.”
    “But he didn’t,” Tommy said, grinning.
    “I’m guessing it didn’t melt in his mouth,” Max said.
    “No, it didn’t.” Ellie continued, “He swallowed and, of course, began to choke. He tried to stand, then crashed to the floor.”
    “I didn’t get to see any of this,” Tommy