Chapter 27: Cognac

Don’t let the concept of change scare you as much as the concept of remaining unhappy. – Timber Hawkeye

Reese laughed to himself when he was seated at the table he had been at with Tru a week or so ago. And of course, the maître de told them that their server would be Andrews.

“I have the utmost of discretion. She will hear nothing from me, sir.” Andrews whispered to Reese when Helen excused herself to the bathroom.

Reese just smiled and let him think whatever the man wanted. When Helen returned, Reese stood up and helped her into her chair.

“I was here a few weeks ago on a blind date that one of my sisters set up.” Reese grinned as he sat back down across from her. “Ironically, with an ex that she didn’t know about. We had the same waiter and debated if his name was Andrews because there were two of them.”

“Were there?” Helen asked with a grin.

“Sadly, no.” He replied solemnly and then grinned. “Tru and I had a good laugh.”

“How come it didn’t work out between you two?” Helen ask