He sat in the restaurant alone.
It was a classy joint; the kind of place Monique would have liked. They never would have gone to some place like this when he was home, though, because a sitter for five kids was expensive as hell and his salary wasn’t that good. But it was nice to go out and pretend.
His waitress kept giving him suggestive looks and winks and he couldn’t decide if she was hitting on him or the uniform. Didn’t matter; he’d never cheat on his girl.
With a sigh, Bobby Epps signaled her over and ordered dessert.