Sample Sunday

(Fall 2014) We waited a few more excruciating minutes for our server to return Jackson’s credit card, and I gathered up my purse, clutching it my shaking hands as he signed and left a tip on the receipt. This had been such a wonderful night.  Gorgeous restaurant, great food, and great company— Jackson was always great company. Well, that was usually the case, but then he had go and ruin it by asking me something he had no business asking me. He had a lot of damned nerve. I nearly choked on my own tongue in disbelief when he dropped the slip...

“If you stare at her any harder, she’s gonna call the cops on you. Contrary to popular belief, most women don’t like being stared at by strange men.” My friend — and former almost-victim— Tori lowered the dessert menu, peering at me over the top with a raised eyebrow.  It hid most of her face, but I could tell that behind it, she was laughing at me.  I could see that shit in her eyes, and I wasn’t amused. “I’m not staring, so you can wipe that little smirk off your face.” “Smirk?” she said innocently, snapping the leather-bound menu closed. “Me...