When I set the tray down on the table, I handed out the drinks and gave each of the men a tequila shot. "Did you set up the songs?" I asked Kat, holding my shot up to my lips.
"Of course! Three songs for you, but the men were boring; only Matheó wanted to sing with us."
I looked at Matheó, who grinned back at me. "Really, what are you singing?"
"All the love songs you deserve, ma muse," he winked.
"Stop flirting with my fiancé," Joshua muttered before downing his tequila shot.
I took mine, then excused myself to go to the computer and input the songs for Kat. I wanted them to be terrible, but the fun kind of terrible. I chose Primadonna by Marina—because Kat was a diva, and she knew it; Looking at Me by Sabrina Carpenter—she’d feel sexy singing that, especially with Christian Howard w
