Chapter 49
GrahamThe ballroom sparkled under a canopy of lights draped like a circus tent toward a twinkling ball in the center. I walked in with my last-minute date, Candace, and smiled. I loved that we’d given Poppy her disco ball.
Candace was Walker Carmichael’s idea. Or Walker’s wife’s idea. Mrs. Carmichael might be the only person on the planet to bring Walker to heel. I admired her—and feared her as would anyone with an ounce of sense.
“My wife has been hounding me to find prospects for her friend’s daughter—namely you. I told her I wasn’t sure what your status was, and I didn’t want to pry. But if you’re single and available, how about I give you the girl’s number?”
Why hadn’t I just told Walker no when he threw his wife’s friend’s daughter at me? Scrounging up another date hadn
