Cristelle chewed on her straw, “But Fritzi doesn’t look like... I’m sorry, but I have to be honest, Fritzi doesn’t look like she’s that into Paul. She always looks preoccupied when she is around him.”

“Well...” Linford smiled, “So you’re preoccupied around me when we have a date? Stop worrying about them, Mrs. Bradley. Just leave that problem for themselves to work out. They’re adults and capable of handling their worries.”

Cristelle nodded. Linford had a point. Maybe they should stay out of this.

They went to the Italian restaurant, and the waiter led them to their table. Linford ordered Cristelle’s favorite and smiled at her over the menu, “You’ve...