He had to tell her—there was no way around it. He might not have started the rush on La Bistro Noir, but he sure as hell was part of it. And if there was any chance of getting together with Dominique, the air needed to be cleared, and soon.
They plodded along the sidewalk. The moon had risen high in the sky, clearing the buildings around them and casting a surreal light on everything.
"Ah." The words stuck in his throat. "There"s good bloggers out there, you know. It was just that one jerk who decided to get grumpy with his review. Did you find out what specifically he was complaining about?"
"No. And that"s the funny thing." Another stone went flying. "It"s like this blogger was out to find something, anything to b***h about. If he didn’t make the whole thing up."
"Why would he do tha
