Half an hour later, Isaac and Lemuel showed up. Everyone crowded into Fernando's living room to hash out a PR statement.
Fernando was grinning like an i***t, totally zoned out. He wasn't hearing a word anyone said.
Isaac leaned over and whispered to me. "What's up with him?"
I shrugged. He'd been like that ever since I'd agreed to be with him.
I wasn't about to tell Isaac that, though—way too embarrassing.
Lemuel saw right through it and scoffed. "Lucky son of a gun. Couldn't have landed this better if he'd planned it."
He'd even wondered for a second if Fernando had set the whole thing up on purpose.
Then he'd shaken the thought off, feeling Fernando was too straightforward to pull something like that.
Fernando was in such a good mood that everything felt perfect.
He piped up wit
