“I’m here to grab dinner,” he told the man simply. At this, Jess couldn’t help but laugh. He turned around and gave her a look that signified neither amusement nor anger. It was just that: a look. She prided herself on reading people, but she would be lying if she said she had any idea what it meant.
“And your reservation?” the host said in a tone that conveyed he knew, with absolute certainty, that Tom Buckner did not have one.
“Don’t got one,” he told the man.
“Then, sir, I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you to leave,” the host said, gesturing to the couple behind Tom and Jess. “How may I assist you this evening?” Jess glanced at these two: the man was an older gentleman decked out in a suit and tie, the woman in a stunning red dress. The necklace that dangled down her chest
