He had to admit, the woman had decent taste in pizza joints.
They knew her here, too, and had teased her a little bit about the new boyfriend until she’d made a mock-stern face. “Don’t you dare scare this one off! He’s not like that last one, okay? So be nice.”
The waitress had winked at Leander. “You hear that? We can’t scare you off. So you be nice to her, mister.”
“I wouldn’t dream of being anything else,” he assured the woman. As they were seated, though, he couldn’t help but ask, “the last one?” Continue reading