Kurl walked briskly down the sidewalk and disappeared into a menswear store.Sarah checked the time on her phone. It was half past five. “Don’t all the clothing stores close at five?” she mumbled to herself. “Nope. The tux place closes at seven,” a deep voice behind her said. Sarah gave a slight scream of surprise. “Bent?” He looked adorable in a jacket and tie. He crossed his arms behind the back of his neck. “I almost didn’t recognize you in that hat and sunglasses.” He narrowed his eyes. “But your short little skirt gave you away. I’d know those field hockey legs anywhere,” he snickered.Sarah pulled her hair loose from its rubber band. “What are you doing here?” she asked. She had to force herself not to fluff out her hair, even though she really wanted to. That would have been way too obvious. He stuck his hands into his pants pockets. “I was on my way to see the tailor.” He gave an exaggerated groan. “But it seems my nemesis had the same idea.” Sarah pocketed her phone. “Kurl is not your enemy, Bent. He’s just my date.” Bent sneered. “It always starts out that way.” He kicked the ground at nothing in particular. When he looked back up, he was smiling again. “Come on. I need to see this.” He grabbed her arm and dragged her down the sidewalk. “Think anyone will recognize us?” he teased, putting on his sunglasses.”No,” she said. “And you’re being ridiculous. Besides, I don’t want you to blow my cover.”She tried to pull her arm away, but he wouldn’t let her. “A little feisty, aren’t you?” he laughed. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pinned her against his side. “Bent let go!” she giggled, squirming. But it was pointless. He was too strong for her.”Five minutes. Come on. This is going to be epic!” He hauled her up against the wall. They peered through the small glass window beside the door. Kurl stood in front of a mirror. He wore a black and white tux. Sarah poked Bent in the side. “Aw. My date looks so handsome, right?”Bent adjusted his dark sunglasses. “Maybe if you’re into penguins,” he snickered. Sarah tried to swat him. But he was too fast for her. He grabbed both of her arms and pulled them behind her back. She tried not to scream, even though he’d caught her off guard. “Would you please let me go?” she grumbled. “Nope,” he said, laughing. “You’re going to stand there and behave. I’m trying to enjoy the show.”A second tailor appeared with a tape measure. Bending down, the small man started to check the measurements of Kurl’s pants. The other tailor read off notes from a clipboard. Kurl said something to the two men. He lifted his arms up and down, testing the fit of the jacket. “Looks like our penguin is trying to fly,” Bent joked. He still had Sarah’s arms pinned behind her. She could do nothing but scowl. “Penguins can’t fly,” she said. Bent tipped back his head and did his bell-like laugh again. “Tell that to Kurl.”Sarah kept her eyes focused on Kurl. She desperately tried to ignore the feel of Bent’s fingers digging somewhat aggressively into her hips. With a burst of adrenaline, she spun around and faced Bent. But she immediately regretted it. She’d forgotten how close he was to her. His warm breath caressed her face. Thank goodness they were both wearing sunglasses. Otherwise, who knows what might have happened?Sarah kept her face neutral. “Your five minutes is up.”Bent dropped his arms to his sides. His top lip curled into a slight snarl. “Actually, it’s only been four minutes.” He displayed his watch. It wasn’t blinking now. Guilt washed over her. She quickly shook it off. “You still haven’t said where we’re going tomorrow.”Bent moved his sunglasses to the top of his head. She wished he hadn’t done that. His eyes were practically mesmerizing from this short distance. “Guess it will have to be a surprise,” he teased. He put his sunglasses back on. “My tux will have to wait until tomorrow. Better to avoid interacting with…that penguin.” Sarah pursed her lips. “You are going to look the same as Kurl anyway,” she called. Bent did a slight turn as he strolled over to a sleek Ferrari. “I’ve got something else in mind.”