Chapter 107

“If you had a night like mine, you’d be chipper too. And where were you? You’re usually at home during the week.”

Although I’d stopped seeing Susan Burkhart in January, our relationship had never been a physical one, since I’d known she would consider that as good as a marriage proposal. DB was aware of the dry spell I’d been experiencing—that was, until last night.

“Let’s get our table, shall we?” I had no intention of telling him about what I’d done the evening before.

“Sure.”

I slid off the stool, bringing my beer, and followed him to the hostess’s podium.

“Two? Will a table do? I’m afraid we don’t have any booths available.”

“That will be fine.”

“If you’ll follow me, please?” She smiled and led us to a table for four, and removed the extra place settings. “April will be your server. Enjoy your dinner, gentlemen.”