“Milene?” Randy asks. “Who’s your friend?”
I smile at Randy. “This is Kurt. My boyfriend.”
“Boyfriend?” Randy asks while still staring at the jacket guy behind me. “Pippa said you broke up with him.”
“We had a fight, and I was angry, but we’re back together now.” I grin.
The arm around my waist tightens, and I find myself plastered against the muscular chest at my back.
“And we’re getting married in December,” the jacket guy says as he looks down at me. “Aren’t we, Goldie?”
Kurt and Goldie? I press my lips together, trying not to laugh. “Yup. December first.” How can he keep a straight face? “So you really need to stop asking me out, Randy. Kurt doesn’t like that one bit.”
Randy looks at the jacket guy, mumbles a sort of goodbye, and reluctantly heads toward the exit. The arm around
