Kyle’s POV
As instructed, the woman remained silent, and for that, I was grateful. The quietness allowed me to gather my thoughts while I nursed the alcohol in my hands. The unfamiliar burn tingled my throat with every gulp, but I ignored it, just as I ignored the weight of her gaze on me.
One thing about me is that I had never been one to drink. My tolerance was embarrassingly low, and yet, tonight, I needed it. I was so angry at my mother that I had chosen to drown my frustration in liquor while the woman finished her food. Then I could get the hell out of here and go home to my wife.
Ava.
The thought of her waiting for me sent a sharp pang of guilt through my chest. I could have left, but I couldn't act rude since my mother set up the date. The thought of it annoyed me. It made m
