“Don’t look now, but I think the waiter is giving us the evil eye.”
I snorted. If he was, I was pretty sure we deserved it.
“I’d hate us too,” I said, dropping my napkin on the table. We had been picking at the same dessert for the last thirty minutes, and we looked to be the only people left in the restaurant.
We both reached for the check at the same time but Vic was quicker.
“I asked you out to dinner,” he reminded me and refused to relinquish the leather folder.
“Well, at least let me tip.” I pulled out my wallet and tossed a few bills on the table; shortly we were out the door and into the cold of the evening.
I’d had too much to drink and felt more than a little bit tipsy. Despite the fact that Vic had seemed to match me drink for drink, he appeared as sober as ever. Maybe I ha
