"I am.” He turns his charm on, as he kisses the top of Callie’s knuckles as she offers her hand for him to take. Carrie throws the beer back into the bottle, which she had just gulped at the back of her throat. I don’t think it was a voluntary reflex. Oh, boy.
Carrie catches up on the conversation too. “Hey hi, I’m Carrie. I’m Callie’s cousin and your colleague Angelique’s friend. If you must recognize her.” Her eyes slowly point in my direction.
I sink more in my seat, gazing at the Cosmopolitan in my hand as it was the most interesting thing in the world. “Oh, how stupid of me.” She literally points me out with one of her manicured fingers. “She’s sitting right here.”
Where the hell is she going with this?
I sense four pairs of eyes drilling holes in my back. By now, I’ve taken a jum
