“Why in the hell does that always happen to me?”
Jason brushed away tears. “Okay. I’ll treat you this time. I owe you for making me laugh so hard.”
Tamara unfolded her napkin and draped it on her lap. “Glad I make someone on this planet laugh.”
“I love you,” Jason said.
Tamara tossed her head from side to side, and squealed. “You do love me. You do love me! Jason MacAuliffe, if you weren’t gay, I would take you home and show you what a real f**k—”
The waiter set down a fresh pot of tea.
Tamara kicked Jason under the table as she mouthed, “God damn it!”
* * * *
A week passed. There was no word from Kevin. No response to the voicemail Jason left him on Tuesday night, or the text he sent on Thursday. To make matters even worse, Tamara had finished her assignment for the company, and s
