Last Dance

[Charlotte]

Our heads swing around. Micah gives Andy a scathing look but does not deny his request. Instead of using words, he merely grunts his approval turning his back to the both of us as he heads towards a group of potential investors.

"Bring me a champagne cocktail and have last year's profit share numbers ready." he hollers at me over his shoulder.

He is making it pretty easy for me to fake hate him.

Scowling at Micah's back as he walks across the room, I turn all of my attention to Andy, who is smirking at my discomfort. Thinking of Andy's expression later tonight when he learns that our divorce is final, I turn on my sunniest smile and say, "Good Evening, Andy. Fancy meeting you here."

He smiles at my pretense, buying it as truth. Holding out his arm he says "Care to dance with me, Mrs Slate? Then there is someone I'd like you to meet."

Taking his hand graciously, I allow him to lead me onto the crowded dance floor. He pulls me in tightly and I try to think of the man