Stacey walked into the fancy restaurant and straightened down the front of his dress shirt. He was wearing perfectly acceptable clothes for the reputation of the luncheon and yet he felt like he was about to receive a tail lashing
Probably because he was.
Dinner with his stepmother was always something… Aggravating.
Stacey tried not to think about what Hunter had said but if he was being one hundred percent honest, it irked him a little.
He sighed but headed for the upstairs, where she kept a regular table. She normally had a cackle of ladies with her on a Saturday afternoon like this.
