“You know you don’t have to do this. We’ll help with your future,” Wendy had said.

I smiled softly at her. “I know, Wendy, but I want to do this for myself. And if I get the job, I’d also like to pay more rent.”

“Boy,” Boom boomed—it was how he got his club name; there was nothing quiet about him. “You do what you feel you gotta do, but you’d better wrap it before you tap anything.”

He’d said just about the same when I’d told him I was bisexual. God, I loved them. They were the best, and I wanted to give back to them as much as they gave. Boom was nearing sixty, and I was hoping with the extra cash coming in from me, he’d slow down a bit. It was doubtful, as he liked to keep busy, but he’d also promised Wendy a trip away soon, and the money I contributed could make it happen sooner.

I stopped the car out front of a two-story, modern brick home that shouted money. Before nerves even had the chance to surface, I shut the car down and climbed out. I stopped at the gate out front and glanced at the brick fence where there was an intercom.

Pressing the button, I waited.

“Hello?”

“Hi, this is…” Shit, fuck, shit, was I supposed to use my real name? I couldn’t remember what the paper said. “Sorry, this is Jack Dell. I’m here to pick up Fiona Martin for dinner.” Hell, I would have to remember the name I used so I could use it if she asked for me again. I repeated it over and over in my mind.

“Yes, I’m Fiona Martin. I’ll be out in a moment. Thank you.”

“Great, see you soon.” I wasn’t a dick. I didn’t go back and wait in the car. Instead, I stayed where I was to escort her there.

The front door opened, and Fiona stepped out. She was dressed in an elegant yet simple black dress with a shawl wrapped around her shoulders and a purse hanging off her arm. As she grew closer, I saw her hair was brown with a few strands of gray peeking through. She was short and plus size, but beautiful.

“Jack, it’s lovely to meet you,” she greeted at the gate as she unlocked it.

I helped her open it with a smile. “Likewise, Fiona. I’m looking forward to dinner. I haven’t had a chance to go there yet.”

Her nervous smile brightened. “Oh, it’s beautiful.”

“I know I’ll enjoy it then.” I took her hand after she relocked her gate and tucked it into my elbow. I led her to the car and opened her door, but before she got in, I asked, “May I ask what you would prefer I call you?”

She blushed. “Well, you are very young, maybe Mrs. Martin. But then again, it would probably make me feel like I’m speaking to a student. Really, Fiona will be fine.”