“So, Isabel. How are things going, working with Con’s best friend?” The fucker. “It’s going fine.” “Just fine, or better than fine?” “Just fine,” I say. He leans back in the booth and stretches his legs out under the table. “She’s really beautiful, isn’t she? I didn’t realize until I met her at Connie and Gabriel’s wedding party.” I narrow my eyes at him. “I hadn’t noticed.” “No? Well, I’m sure you won’t mind if I ask her out,” Nate says. My hand tightens around the beer. It’s irrational, the anger, but it rises to the surface anyway. And it’s tinged with an emotion I haven’t felt in years.
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