Chapter 2Ten to seven, Madoc walked through the door to The Windmill—a somewhat nice restaurant in Courtland. It was the fanciest option they had within an hour’s drive.
Lisa waved from a table in the corner, and he steeled himself before walking over to them.
“Hi.” He smiled, accepted Melissa’s hug, shook Matthew’s hand, grinned at Richard as he clapped him on the shoulder. They were all there—the gang. He tried not to let his wince show.
“Where have you been holing up, old man?” Chad raised a glass of beer from across the table, his arm slung over the shoulders of a tired-looking Dawn.
Madoc was saved from answering by a waitress appearing at the end of the table. “Good evening, I’m Amanda and I’ll be your server tonight.”
Amanda. Madoc stared at her. Hot and cold clashed in his che
