June 6
Do I sign the contract?
Do I not sign the contract?
Is it really worth twenty-four thousand dollars to go on a few dates?
Burke sat in his Jeep Wrangler, parked outside The True Blue Dating Agency. Wipers quickly moved left and right over the windshield. Franklin Street became a tempest of rain, strong wind, and flying litter. The springtime storm darkened Channing, making the town appear ominous. It reminded him of B-rated movies he enjoyed with Ad about sharks spinning wildly in tornadoes.
Maybe Ad is right, he thought. I should sign the contract. What do I have to lose?
A taxi pulled in front of him, flicked on its flashers, and a businessman with a black umbrella stepped out: tall, no fat, tight-fitting khakis, and a white dress shirt outlining a muscular chest. Nice to lo
