I sense that something is wrong the minute Calder picks me up for our date.

He arrives at three o'clock on the dot, and in his jeans and fitted charcoal sweater he looks so sexy that I'm tempted to drag him into my apartment and jump him right there. He gives me a devilish smile and kisses me, but the minute I slip my hands beneath his shirt, he pulls away and teasingly shakes his head.

"A little eager, aren't we?" he says, his eyes gleaming. That's when I see it: a ...