Thanksgiving Day, there were no guests in sight, and only one reservation and that was for Saturday. After the sun set, I nuked a turkey dinner I’d bought in town.
As I sat to eat, my cell phone rang. I looked at the screen but didn’t recognize the number. “Hello?”
“What are you wearing?” came a husky voice over the phone. It was Wheeler.
“Don’t you ever give up?” I grumbled. “And how’d you get my number?”
He chuckled. “I’m just that good. And I won’t give up until I know it’s a lost cause.”
“Listen closely,” I replied. “It’s a lost cause.”
“Damn,” he said.
I knew he was messing with me. “What do you want, Wheeler?” Teasing aside, Wheeler and I were actually pretty good friends, now.
“Company. For food and wine, nothing more. Promise.”
Really? “You mean to tell me you haven’t hit
