“You did what?” Bruce exclaimed at dinner in a Mexican restaurant the next night. Thankfully, the chatter and music was so loud, no one else heard him except us.
I’d been brooding all day, and the stares from my staff hadn’t helped at all. Sonny had taken one look at my face and ordered me to have dinner with him and his boyfriend that evening to spill the beans.
“Bruce, calm down,” Sonny said as he dipped a chip in salsa. “Bridges, what would make you say something like that to someone you barely even know?”
“I don’t know. It just…came out that way. I read between the lines and figured out what was really going on and told him so.”
“Whether or not you were right, that’s not something you ever say to someone who’s grieving. You had no right to question his motives like that. No wonder
