“A little too bony for me,” Megan critiqued.
“Oh, not for me. It’s very stately. I love the way it comes to that little point.”
“Why don’t you go and introduce yourself?” Megan suggested.
“I think my fiancé might be just a little bit upset,” the woman said, flashing a gum-exposing grin and an even bigger engagement ring, proving that Mr. Just-Ok can become Mr. Might-Be-The-One with a large enough diamond.
Adam and Rob felt safe near the drinks. Since no one else was drinking, the makeshift bar served as a welcomed buffer between them and the rest of the party. Leaning against the wall made it easy to see people coming in and out of the kitchen. Throughout the people-watching, Rob continually glanced at his watch. Finally, he announced, “We can go. We’ve done our time.”
“Great,” Adam said, sucking the remaining vodka off the ice cubes in his glass. “I’ll get our coats.”
Adam searched for the room that was being used to stack all the coats. “Wrong room,” whispered a barely audible female voice behind him.
Startled, he turned around to find Tracie practically on top of him. “Sorry I’m whispering, but the baby’s sleeping.”
“That’s okay. Just point me to where I can find the coats. I’ll be quiet, I promise,” Adam said, trying to lighten the mood, which all of the sudden seemed so tense.
“Do you have a card?”
“A business card?”
“Yes.”
“Are you okay?”
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