Chapter ThreeAt seven fifteen that evening Lena gave up waiting. She waved over the waitress and ordered. She’d learned long ago not to be upset by a guy standing her up. It had happened to her a lot more since she’d packed on a few extra pounds.
She was nearly six feet tall and had never been small in her life. Wearing a size sixteen was not some sort of crime in her opinion, but she’d learned many men didn’t appreciate generous curves like hers.
Why should she be concerned about Deputy Dawg leaving her hanging? The man was good-looking, but she was here on business. And right now her most important business was filling her growling stomach.
“I’ll have the large rib eye steak cooked medium. You can put ranch dressing on the salad and everything you got in the kitchen on my baked potato
