I can’t help but react to Donna’s body pressed up against mine, and her intoxicating smell in my nose, but I can feel her fiancé’s eyes on me as she hugs me. It’s beyond awkward.

“Bradley,” she says, turning to him. “This is Vincent, my mechanic. He’s doing such a great job on your car that I thought I’d invite him for dinner!”

What. The. Fuck?

Bradley looks at her, looks at me, then looks back at her. I can tell he wants to say something, but he manages to put on a polite face and force an unconvincing smile.

“Well, wasn’t that nice of you?” he says condescendingly. He...