“Well, hello.” His chuckle is soft as he twists his hands together. “And you might be?” I’m going to have to kill him. My mortification rises, and I feel the sting in my eyes. I’m going to cry from the embarrassment. I look to my girlfriends. They all know Ash Johnson, and I had a one-night stand years ago. I told Ren last Thanksgiving when he pulled this exact move. And I’m sure since the women know, the guys do too.
