Chapter Fourteen Hunter“More wine, sir?” the waiter asked, mercifully interrupting what was quickly becoming the worst date I’d ever been on in my entire life. The charming Italian place used to be one of my favorite restaurants, the perfect blend of classy and not too formal, presumably an excellent choice for a first date. But in this moment? I wanted to leave and never come back.
“Yes, please, that would be great,” I said, trying to ignore the fact that June had spent the past half hour either droning on about her daughter’s bowel problems, or throwing back glass after glass of white wine. I think we were on number six, and I was starting to think I should get drunk myself to make it through the rest of this disaster.
“You are quickly becoming my favorite waiter,” June purred, poking
