We all burst into laughter as we left the diner, stumbling to our vehicles. The rain had stopped.
Halfway, I squatted next to a bench to gather my composure. I laughed so hard it hurt.
No tip. Sorry, Susie-Q. I started laughing at the sound of Pete talking in my head.
“Are you going to be all right?” Devon asked me. He reached a hand out to pull me to my feet.
I nodded. “Pete is a piece of work.”
He smiled. “He’s…something.”
“I wasn’t expecting this much excitement when I left my house tonight,” I said.
“You never know what you’ll get with Pete,” Devon said, his hand resting on my shoulder. “I apologize for him.”
I sniffed, smiled. “Don’t apologize. I had a good time tonight.”
“So did I. But you’re making it sound like it’s the end.”
I checked my watch. “It’s late. I have to get
