Chapter 44

• I’m an asshole, but I’m not that bad. “Sounds good. Save me some, okay?” She only hesitates for a beat before nodding and disappearing back inside. At least Mia managed to find a few nice people.
• Here they come. Dean’s out in front with a pair of guys behind him. It’s like they were cut out of the same douchebag cookie cutter. I can practically smell their obnoxious body spray all the way up here. And damned if one of them isn’t carrying a six-pack in both hands. Yeah, I’m sure there will be a lot of talk about sociology tonight. What a goddamn joke.
• Mia’s on the intercom when I step inside, and she enthusiastically confirms the guys can come up. Her gaze sweeps over me as she turns away from the device, but neither of us says a word. I guess part of being the perfect hostess means not arguing with the hired help in front of guests.