“We can get dinner to go.”
Ty pulled his attention back to Paisley, holding in a wince. He was being a lousy date. “What? No, it’s fine.”
One dark brow winged up. “Are you sure? Because you seem about as jumpy as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs.”
He hoped like hell that impression was more because she could read him than that he’d lost all ability to compartmentalize as a civilian. But she wasn’t wrong. His instincts had been jangling since they got to town.
“Sorry I’m so distracted. It’s just, we’re being followed.”
The blood drained out of her face and the fingers on her Yuengling bottle went bone white. “What?”
Alarmed at her reaction, Ty reached across the table to gently extract the beer and tangle his fingers with hers. “Hey, no. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to s
