Boyfriend. Part 6

When the dust settled and after Chuck took his cut I had eighty-nine thousand more in my bank account and an ex-wife.

Are Amber and Lattis still together? Don’t know, don’t care, but I doubt it. Six months after the divorce was final I received a phone call from Amber.

“Bobby? I made a big mistake honey. I miss you. Can we get together and talk about it?”

“No we can’t Amber. How many times do I have to tell you that I never want to see you or hear your voice again.”

And I hung up on her.

So, back to she of the hazel eyes and flaming red hair.

We were at Antonio’s, a lounge close to where we work, and we stopped there every Wednesday night after work for a drink or two to unwind and bad mouth management and their latest stupid maneuver. There was a juke box and a dance floor (Antonio’s had a live band Thursday through Saturday) and someone was always dropping quarters in the juke box.

The girls I worked with liked to dance so they were always