Chapter 3
Turning thirty counts as a major life event, as does any birthday ending in zero. To celebrate, I’d given Melanie diamond earrings and taken her to eat at the premier restaurant in town.
The Roasted Pig was much better than its name implies. I’d made the reservation almost a year in advance and still had been placed on the wait-list. When my name reached the top only a week before Melanie’s birthday, she was ecstatic. Nobody she knew had eaten at the world-famous and very expensive, Pig.
“You must really love me,” she almost shouted, her arms around my neck and her Melanie hair in my face. “You are getting so lucky on my birthday.” She paused for a moment before saying, “Unless someone else gets to me first.”
She was teasing, but the effect on me was immediate. “I’m saved up,
