“A dinner date? Well, I’d be damned!” Anna exclaimed, “you asked a woman out and she said yes? Like, for real?”
Preston adjusted his bow tie as he stood in front of the full-length mirror by his king-sized bed, “Yes, I did ask a woman out, but she didn’t exactly say yes. Matter of fact, she hasn’t even replied.”
Anna’s beautiful smile dropped, “So, how do you know she’s even going to show up, you dork?”
He grinned at the mirror, “I just know, little one.”
“Don’t call me that,” she snapped, disgusted by the nickname he had refused to drop for a decade or so, “you call me that but I’ve been on more dates than you.”
“How many more dates until I classify you as a hoe?”
She gasped, “Preston.”
His eyes rested on her ashen face through her reflection in the mirror and he turned around. He
