“You, sir,” Jimmy pauses to laugh and shake his head. His temples are damp, but his eyes are shining. “Can rock Springsteen like nobody else I’ve seen.”
I shrug. “It’s a boss thing.” I rub both palms on my chest and huff a satisfied, albeit totally put on breath of confidence. “I was born into it.”
From out of nowhere Stacy appears beside me and drops an arm over my shoulder. She’s tipsy. “So glad you came. You have to do it again. You’re actually pretty fun outside of the suit.”
I put my arm around her waist and squeeze her. “I’m always fun, you liar. Be careful going home.”
“Stephan’s driving,” she tells me, letting go and stumbling a bit to the side.
I give her my hand and steady her until Stephan takes over. “Yeah, I know. But don’t pick up any hitchhikers along the way.”
“Pfft,”
