“Shut up Kirkland,” Mackenna took her straw into her mouth and drained her glass. She lifted it in the direction of the server who immediately went to the bar for her.
“So, you’re still in love with your ex?” Cassidy asked curiously.
“Change the topic now,” Mackenna urged desperately. “I am not nearly drunk enough to go down this path of introspection.”
“Fine,” Cassidy looked at Nuncio. “Did you know Savannah’s been calling you the hot bodyguard from hell? We have an ongoing pool about how long,” she tried to get away from Savannah who was trying to cover her mouth with her hand.
Mackenna felt Nuncio tense beside her and wondered how he’d react.
“You talk about me at work Savannah? Interesting, she told me she never thinks of me at all when I’m not in her immediate view.” Nuncio fold
