I lifted my face to the nearest speaker, my breath catching in my throat. Then I whirled away from the man-bashing table. Eva still stood at the jukebox, flipping through song choices, her back to the crowd.
“Excuse me,” I murmured, distracted. Tucking the round serving plate under my arm, I wound my way through too many people until I reached her.
“How the hell did you know this was our song?” I demanded from directly behind her.
She let out a startled squeak and whirled around. When her big blue eyes blinked up at me, my chest tightened. It took everything I had to keep from cupping her face in my hands and kissing her senseless.
Setting a hand on her hip, she arched an eyebrow. “Our song?”
I pointed to the jukebox where the Supremes were bellowing out Baby Love. “Hell, yes, our son
