I Slapped My Fiancé—Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis

‘Do I?’ Daniel ran a hand over his face. ‘The bar’s crowded. I had to elbow a couple of guys to get my orders heard.’

On stage, Cade strummed his last note and gave a quick bow.

The crowd erupted.

‘One more!’ someone shouted.

Others echoed it, louder and louder, but Cade didn’t stop.

He walked off with his guitar.

A few voices groaned as the lights shifted back to dim red and amber.

‘Do you come to this kind of place often?’ Priya asked.

‘What, you mean a bar? No, not really.’ Daniel shook his head. ‘I’m more of an indoor cat.’

‘I find that hard to believe,’ I put in.

Priya nodded her agreement.

‘Why?’ Daniel asked.