Joey sighed and continued, "For fuck's sake, man, find a more private place for this reunion. I know you, Winn—you're about two seconds away from making this entire groundbreaking about your heartbreak. Don't hand them the headline giftwrapped."
Winn exhaled through his nose. Finally, he nodded—once, curtly—acknowledging Joey's logic. But his eyes never moved. Not once. They stayed locked on Ivy.
This was a story for the ages, and they all knew it. The runaway bride, showing up at her ex's biggest professional event of his career.
The press could smell blood in the air—and the two of them, standing on opposite ends of the site, were the perfect spectacle.
Joey followed his gaze, groaned under his breath, and muttered, "And quit looking at her like you want to take her clothes off for God's sake. Even though, knowing you, you probably do." He gave Winn a side-eye.
"You're practically eye-fucking her in front of thirty cameras. At least have the decency to blink once in a while."
