His eyes stay on hers for long moments, something unspoken passing between them before Tina cuts in. “So how did you two meet?” She waves her champagne glass between us. I take a sip of whiskey. Because you sent her into my bar, you pathetic swine. “He already told you, didn’t he?” Wendy cocks her head. “He popped my cherry.” Gasps sound around the table, and I choke on the liquid of my drink, my hand shooting to my chest to stifle the cough.
