After dinner, Michael drove everyone back to Mona’s place.
“That dinner was divine,” said Mona, a little tipsy after polishing off almost an entire bottle of champagne by herself. “The waiter who served us was equally as divine. I wonder if they deliver.”
“Deliver what? Food or waiters?” asked Michael.
“My darling, the food, of course. But it’s not going to deliver itself.”
Shane giggled quietly in the back seat. Mona was quite a force of nature. He’d never met anyone like her. And quite honestly, he could sit and listen to her talk for hours.
“And what about you, Shane? Did you think the waiter was divine?”
Shane smiled. “I didn’t notice him. I was too busy paying attention to you.”
Mona squealed. “Oh, my darling, you’ll go far in this world.” She placed a hand on Michael’s thigh a
