“You’ve got to get me out of this, Angelo.” Russell wrapped both hands around his beer bottle.
“What are you talking about?”
“This blind date. I’m not coming.” He scratched a fingernail on a small drip of paint that had fallen onto the settee table and hardened. It broke free and flew across the table landing on the piece of Brie in Angelo’s hand. He debated mentioning it, but decided against it when he saw the look on his friend’s face.
“But you are.”
“But I’m not.”
“Why the hell not? You fall in love in the last six days? You going back to Melanie if she’s stupid enough to take you?”
Russell hands ached with how hard they were clenched.
“No.” Not really. He glanced over at the laptop tucked safely on the shelf above the table.
“Can you give me a good reason?”
He wanted to, but h
