Another chipped in, "Eric's been burned before, that's why he rushed into this marriage. Without Mia Mark's eyes reminding him of Mandy, would he even bother with plain Jane?"
My heart skipped a beat. Instinctively, I texted Eric: [Where are you?]
[Babe, I'm out with clients—don't wait up, get some rest.]
Then a sweet voice piped up, "Oh, Eric, is that true?"
Eric replied, "Sorry, folks, gotta head home."
Laughter erupted around him.
"Eric's on a tight leash, huh?"
"Yeah, home by midnight, every night."
A wave of laughter swept through as I pushed the door open, tray in hand.
Eric slammed his wine glass down, pulling Mandy in close with a smirk. "It was just a bit of fun, you think she was anything special?"
"It's the same old routine in bed, dull as dishwater. I got bored ages ago."
"Can you believe her? Walking around in hundred-buck sneakers, yet splurging on 12,000-dollar kicks for me, all while juggling three jobs?"
The guys around him roared with laughter, egging him on.
"Seriously, she's all skin and bones, like a middle schooler—definitely not Eric's type."
"Eric was just messing around with her."
"Ha, let's drink to that!"