Chapter 55: Chapter 59

Matt

We set a plan to meet on Saturday at a restaurant and I headed home to start dinner. Once I had my mother's pork chop recipe put away and the meat in the oven, I sat at the table with a beer.

Forget chops. I might just chew a bottle of antacids for dinner instead. And what the hell? I didn't do rash things. Well, not anymore. My one fuck up in that regard had taught me a lesson. Dating Amber shouldn't have my stomach cramping and my mind scattered. I'd thought my answer through before responding.