“Speaking of dating…” He taps his finger against the table once more. My heart drops at his words. I forgot all about Brian, the man I was supposed to be meeting tonight. I touch my phone screen and see he’s now several minutes late. “Brian won’t be meeting you tonight.” The big man’s gruff words sound angry. “He won’t be meeting you any night.” My hands close around my glass again, needing something to hold on to. “Is that how you know my name? You know Brian? He sent you here to let me down easy?” I’ve never met Brian, hardly even talked to him, but the sting of his rejection still hits me
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