Even though Jack was already dressed for dinner, he carried the towering stack of pizza boxes to the trash can, which he’d also forgotten to put out for collection last week, and stuffed them in. That was the least he could do, just in case Marina came over after dinner.
Tonight was an important do-over. After Kai’s wedding last week, he’d made another reservation at Beaches.
Jack turned and slipped on some muddy muck and nearly went down. Catching himself on the trashcan, he hoped that wasn’t something Scout had left behind. Dragging the sole of his polished Italian loafer along a patch of grass to clean it, he thought about the night ahead.
To say he was nervous would be an understatement. He had a lot to make up for, and his future hinged on his ability to persuade Marina. Even thoug
