Christopher watched me like I was a show put on for his amusement. "I can cover the tab for everyone here, no more than three people. Postpone the wedding by a year, and I'll give you the money. How's that sound?"
Alma nestled into his arms with a satisfied smile and raised her glass. Christopher drank the wine she fed him.
"You guys don't even know. I ran into her at a club once. Some guy barely brushed her hand and she nearly threw up."
"Forget guessing who she'll pick. The real question is how she's going to beg Christopher afterward."
Christopher kissed Alma's ear. "If being my girlfriend isn't exciting enough for you, how about I let you mess with my dear wife a little? When she comes crawling over, you can think of ways to make things difficult for her."
The two of them put on quite the performance.
Just waiting for me to walk over and grovel.
But who started the rumor that Christopher was the only man I'd ever choose?
I looked past Christopher and pointed at the quietest young man in the room. "I pick him."
