Tristan squeezed past the table and steered Bo through the crowd with a hand on his shoulder. When they were gone, Chrissie slid closer to him.
“Tell me what you think, honestly. Is this a good thing for Bo? Because I can probably get Tristan to withdraw the offer.”
Her blue eyes shimmered in the candlelight and gave her face an unusually mysterious cast.
“How long was he your boyfriend?” he asked abruptly, with no idea that question was about to come out.
She lifted one smooth eyebrow. “Maybe a year? It didn’t end well. I’m happy he’s willing to be friendly with me. I was a terrible girlfriend.”
“Maybe you should try again.”
“With Tristan?” She burst out laughing. “Oh no. For one thing, Toni would murder me. Literally, she would dismember me in my sleep. Okay, not literally, literal
