Chapter 17- Husband of the Year

Letisha’s POV

“You’re not playing in the minor leagues anymore, sweetheart. You should stop now before you embarrass yourself any further.”

I bit my tongue against an immediate retort. On one hand, I wanted to tell him to stuff it. He tended to spout baseless boasting and lies. On the other hand, I couldn’t help but admit at least something he’d said earlier might be true.

This bid hadn’t been much of a competition. Not because my talents had fallen short compared to Michael’s designer’s. But because, from all appearances, Betty Brown had already made her decision before we’d arrived.