CHASE ME, HUSBAND
Geez I think Mike was drunk.
When Damian’s eyes fell on me, I shrank back into my chair.
“He’s bipolar," I lied.
With the way he turned away, I knew he didn’t buy it, and I puffed out a breath.
“Since we’re out here. Rene, let’s do the 'Ting.'"
As if on cue, ‘Boyfriend’ by Ariana started playing, and my eyes lit up.
“That’s our song.”
“I asked the manager to add one to his playlist. Come on.” Mike gestured at the spot near the speaker, and my eyes widened at him.