Chapter 8
“Wow. It must have been hard to hear all that,” Heath said, standing up for a minute. He took the empty beer bottle from Dane’s hand and threw it in a small trash can near the desk.
“I knew something was up for a while. I think we were both being really nice because of the baby, but I think I knew deep down that something was wrong.”
Heath popped two new beer bottles and returned to the couch.
“You didn’t tell anyone here?”
“It’s not really the sort of thing you brag about at your new job, and it’s a little hard to explain. Mr. Pristine knows.”
“I guess he’s cooler than I realize,” Heath said, taking a big sip of his beer.
“He’s pretty cool. He liked my performance in Buffalo and brought me here. He’s been great.”
“So are you really pissed at her?” Heath asked.