He Tried to Humiliate Me at the Wedding Table

of “Fly Me to the Moon.” Soft. Wrong for the moment. Perfect, in a way.

Wesley’s ears had gone red.

He leaned back and gave me the kind of smile men use when they think they can charm their way out of anything if they just keep talking.

“That’s incredible, Mrs. King. Small world.”

“Very.”

He picked up his champagne glass. Set it back down without drinking.continue reading …