Neal was pretty sure that June was trying to set him up, no matter what she said. But he had agreed to do the dinner, for her sake. He had nothing against Faith, but she had lost someone close to her, and being set up with someone was probably the very last thing she needed right now.
He was wearing his usual fitted suit and fedora hat when he arrived at the apartment to take her to the club. "Madame, may I be your escort?" he asked.