“Mack, you’re kind of a jerk. Connie won’t tell you that, and neither will Nate. But I will. You have a wife and a son who are both amazing. You should probably start treating them with the respect they deserve.” My lips press into a thin slash of a smile. I grab Nate’s hand and scoot out of the booth. “Come on, Connie. You can dance with us if you want.”
