Chapter 9

Another five minutes had passed in contemplation of the attractive waiter. Grant sipped at his iced tea once again and fiddled with his fork. He knew he could use the game app on his phone, but he didn’t want that to be Steve’s first impression of him, and he couldn’t concentrate enough to look at his email. Maybe he should order a drink. That might take the edge off.

Of course, then instead of being a sweating mess he could be passed out on top of the table when Steve arrived. Grant looked at his phone again. Who was he kidding? Steve was over a half-hour late. He wasn’t going to show. Grant had been stood up.

Well, hell. Grant scratched at his elbow again, this time raising a red welt. What had he done wrong? Was it his last email? Had David messed up his profile? Did he need a different picture?