I wasn’t drinking. Not tonight. Not with the secret tucked inside me like a firecracker waiting to go off.
Everyone else was celebrating—shots, margaritas, someone trying to convince the waiter to spike the horchata. I stuck to sparkling water with lime, pretending it was a choice and not a necessity. Greenlee clocked it, of course. She didn’t say anything, but her eyes lingered a little too long on my glass.
Mike was acting weird. Not bad-weird. Just… twitchy. Like he had something to say and no idea how to say it.
Then he stood up.
Tapped his spoon against his glass. The room hushed like someone hit pause on the party.
“Hey, everyone,” he said, voice steady but eyes locked on me. “Can I steal a moment?”
I froze. My heart did that thing where it skips and then sprints. He held out h
