“What are you wearing?” came a husky voice over the phone. It was Wheeler.
“Don’t you ever give up?” I grumbled. “And how’d you get my number?”
He chuckled. “I’m just that good. And I won’t give up until I know it’s a lost cause.”
“Listen closely,” I replied. “It’s a lost cause.”
“Damn,” he said.
I knew he was messing with me. “What do you want, Wheeler?” Teasing aside, Wheeler and I were actually pretty good friends, now.
“Company. For food and wine, nothing more. Promise.”
Really? “You mean to tell me you haven’t hit on some unsuspecting local yet who’s fallen head over heels for your charms?”
“It’s taking a little longer than I thought,” he replied. He sounded a little miffed.
“Wait. There is someone? You’ve only officially been in town for a few months.”
“Love isn’t picky, I
