I glanced at Wyatt with excitement, and he grinned back at me.
“First up is our favorite photographer and blogger, Don, singing Total Eclipse of the Heart.”
I remembered a couple days ago when Don shoved the can of beans into my hands, feeling sorry for me, and when Wyatt’s gaze met mine, I knew he was thinking of the same thing. We both burst into laughter.
“He felt so sorry for me,” I whispered as Don warbled through the song.
Wyatt shrugged. “It’s okay to make an ass of yourself once in a while. Are you still embarrassed about it?”
I took another sip of champagne. The sharp stab of embarrassment had turned into more of an annoying flicker. “A little.” I snorted again. “It’s more funny now.” I glanced at my almost-empty glass. It must have been the champagne, making me care less.
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