Chapter 17“More wine?” The attractive waiter was already pouring wine into Jude’s cup. Once again, the young man nearly missed Jude’s glass, clearly affected by Jude’s good looks.
Amused, Harris watched on. He was enjoying the attention Jude was getting from everyone tonight. It was a change to be out and about, instead of cooped up in his apartment.
When the waiter walked away from their corner table, Harris wiped his lips with the napkin and gave Jude a long look. “He’s gonna be sad when you ask for the check.”
“Maybe.” Jude popped another olive into his mouth. “But the woman sitting two tables from us, on your left—she’s been staring at you so hard I think she might be carrying your child at this point.”
Harris laughed and drank more wine. He was feeling great. Jude was in a good mo
