“Just be smart and steer clear of her. Neither of us wants a scene. After all, we’re here for the kids.” “Exactly.” Luke smirked, taking another pull of his highball. “Even you wouldn’t be crass enough to start something tonight.” “See, that’s where you’re confused,” I said. “I don’t start things. I finish them.” He made a face. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” “Fuck around and find out.” I turned, then, and strode toward my girl.
