Angela stood to the side, clearly enjoying the drama and fanning the flames. "He's just lying to you, I—"
Before she could finish, Bradley slapped his hand over her mouth. "No, I swear! I've really been busy with work. What happened at the bar was just a misunderstanding. Let me wrap this up, and I'll come find you, okay?"
Without waiting for a response, Bradley quickly hung up the phone.
"You did that on purpose, didn't you, Angela?" he shot her a sharp look.
She chuckled softly. "Took you long enough to figure it out. But hey, I wasn't lying. Still, I've got to say, you really outdid yourself today."
Bradley's face darkened. "Spill it."
"I've never seen someone talk their way out of trouble like you just did. Impressive. Honestly, I'm glad we're divorced now—otherwise, I'd probably
