Too Late To Buy Me Back
Language: en
At a dinner party with friends, someone leaned over, tapped my wife Erica’s shoulder, and asked: “Erica, a gorgeous woman like you must have had a ‘one that got away’ back in college, right?” Erica smiled, reaching over to adjust the collar of my shirt. “No, I only have eyes for my husband.” The words had barely left her mouth when Brody Crawford, her best friend sitting right next to her, burst out laughing. “Maybe not a ‘one that got away,’” Brody smirked, resting his chin in his hand and casting a smug wink in my direction. “But definitely a dirty little secret.” “Don’t look so tense,…