The bartender is cute, and I may have a crush on him.
But it’s not like I’m going to do anything because I have David, my son, to worry about
Which is fine until my ex-husband walks in with a younger and thinner girl on his arm. Then I grab on to the bartender with both hands and introduce him as my boyfriend.
This is a small town and word spreads. What was supposed to be one night becomes a fake relationship to keep up the ruse.
Catching feelings, though? That can’t happen.
