13 Chapter 13

When the knock came at the door, he almost dropped the wine he had been pouring. He had no idea which tasted best with the fish. He didn’t even want to drink any after the previous night. But a plan was a plan, and he was going to see this date through, one way or another. He just had to get himself together long enough not to require emergency medical treatment before the night was over.

He had expected Dean’s charming smile, not Bryce’s green eyes and furrowed brow. “Dean’s not here yet, is he?”

Charlie shook off his surprise with a, “No, no, not yet.” He pulled the door wider, though he didn’t know if extending the invitation was welcoming disaster. “Come on in.”

“Good, because I wanted to talk to you before he got here. And if I had to wait until after he left, I’d probably lose my nerve.”