A model/waitress with perfect blonde hair bounced over to our table, a pen but no notepad in hand. "Sorry about the wait. Can I get you anything to drink?"

I scanned the menu again, but all the words blurred into an orgy of naughty food items like jerk chicken, beef tips, and banana nut pound cake. I swallowed a frustrated laugh.

"Your house wine for me and..." Riley gestured at me.

"Uh..." What would have happened if Riley hadn't walked in on us? The ...