“In my official capacity as President of the WAGs, if I know you intend to break his heart, I’m required by my oath of office to kick your ass.” “No—” My hip hits the sink and I raise both hands in surrender. “Fuck—Mars, stop.” “We can take this outside right now.” He points over his shoulder towards the door. “Caleb will hold your arms for me—” “No,” I all but shout. He holds his glare for another long moment before finally nodding. “Good. Then go back out there and salvage the rest of this miserable evening.”
