“Trent, party of two?”
Trent Baker stood, wondering if he could get out of this date before it really started. Kathy was a brunette—his only requirement for his friends, who had been setting him up on dates for a couple of months now—but she wasn’t anything like the kind of woman he wanted to spend more than five minutes with.
He knew, because they’d been waiting for a table at the steakhouse for twenty minutes and he’d stopped talking halfway through.
But he didn’t ask Kathy for a raincheck, because he’d never cash that in. And she didn’t act like she wanted to leave either. Maybe she just wanted ribs or the killer delicious rolls at Stan’s.
Trent thought at least he’d eat well tonight, but he wouldn’t be getting a second date.
Kathy carried the conversation, and Trent felt himself l
