CHAPTER THREE
Angie paced back and forth across her living room, wondering what the hell she was doing. One of her friends insisted on hooking her up with a blind date, which she swore she’d never do again after the last disastrous one. However, here she was, all dressed up, with nothing to do but wait another fifteen minutes before she left for the restaurant where she planned to meet Melvin Fromm, an accountant.
Really? Melvin? When her friend had told Angie about him, she’d called him Mel, not Melvin, which is how he’d introduced himself when he first called her. It was all Angie could do not to imagine him showing up with a pocket protector and glasses held together with a piece of tape. She would kill Mandy if this didn’t work out—not that she expected it would. Which brought her ba
