Date

ANDREW POV

I clear my throat as I wipe my sweaty hands on my pants again.

My face looks aged and weathered. I'm not a young buck anymore, and I already miss my beard. It was like a security blanket, but since my date is a shifter, I shaved. I didn't want her smelling last week's food on my face. All in all, I am a poor excuse for a blind date.

I sigh and shake my head as my eyes drop away from my reflection.

Restless nerves are killing me. I can't believe I let Samantha talk me into going on a date. I married Margaret right out of high school. Dating is as foreign to me as being a widow. A widow...A man with no family. No children.

I sigh again as the all-too-familiar pain fills my chest. My family is gone. Dead. My own son destroyed everything I had in this life, including himself. I used to be a proud man. I was a successful man who thought he was raising a family built on wholesome values. I had a multimillion-dollar company, and my name was respected. Now...I'm starting ov