He frowned at me.
“Yes,” he answered. “I don’t really notice it anymore. Was she that bad?”
I raised my brows.
“Her hands were all over you,” I said in a harsh whisper.
“I guess I just ignore it,” he said. “Did it bother you?”
“I felt a little disrespected if I were to be honest,” I said, staring down at my empty plate.
He reached his hands over and grabbed a hold of mine gently, I lifted my gaze to meet his and I could see the remorse and sincerity behind his eyes.
“I’m so sorry, Judy. I never wanted to make you feel like that. Especially tonight. When she returns, I’ll tell her to keep her hands off. I never meant to make you feel uncomfortable…”
I could tell he truly meant it and the fact that he really didn’t notice the flirting from both the waitress and the hostess, m
