IT’S BEEN OVER AN HOUR SINCE DINNER WAS SERVED, and most of the guests were either a bit tipsy to find the program amusing, or too drunk to care about what was happening. Manuel didn’t fall under any of the two criteria, but he wished he had a stiff drink nearby. And it wasn’t just because their little performance was coming up; he needed liquid courage to speak to Jamia again. Properly this time.
She’d been the consummate professional, staying in character throughout dinner. Manuel thought she’d played the part so well, he wouldn’t be surprised if his mother asked him to bring her along the next time he came home.
Which sucked, actually…because why would Jamia want to be with him now, after the things he’d said? She might have smiled at him a couple of times at the dinner table, but he
