THE WOMEN TEASE Harriet mercilessly when we join them around the table.
You're glowing, Harriet. What happened to your hair?
Did you just get laid? That question is from Pax, who is not-so-quiet and not-so-subtle.
Harriet's eyes dart to me in a desperate plea for help.
I clear my throat. "Ladies, please direct all your questions to me. My wife needs to concentrate on eating."
"Look at him trying to act cool," Jaz teases with a giant smile. "So now we know who initiated," Nataya whispers.
The ladies laugh at my expense. I catch Harriet's eye and wink. She blows me a kiss.
Stone clears his throat as his gaze darts away. "Here, J." I watch the fifty he slides over the table.
My face crumples in confusion. "What is this?" I ask.
Mumbles go up around the table.
Chairs squeak. Wallets open. Grumbles flow around steak and salad.
