Thing is, though, I’m so far from being done with that woman. That’s why I’m only one step behind her as she stalks back to the booth. “Did you call me a manwhore?” I ask as I slide in beside her, catching the tail end of her conversation with Cara. “I would never call you something like that,” she insists, swiping her beer from my hand. “Yeah.” Cara accepts her own drink with a smile. “She called you Mr. Manwhore.” Olivia hides her guilty grin behind the rim of her glass. “It’s much more distinguished.”
