“Uh.” I frown and scratch my beard. “What am I looking at exactly?” “Where did she—Madeline? Are you okay?” she calls out, and my frown turns even deeper. “Who the hell is Madeline?” I ask. “You’ll see.” “Did you set me up on a blind date? My shirt has a hole in it, Piper. That’s not how I make a good first impression. And I didn’t bring wine. Flowers. Anything.”
