Chapter 113

• “It’ll be great. Drinking, gambling. Add some beautiful women to the Miles-High Club. You need to snap out of this and get back on the horse. I’m thinking a blonde or two . . . forget about the brunettes for a while, and besides, we need to celebrate your innocence. Elliot and Christopher fly in on Friday.” He winks as he tries to sweeten the deal.
• “Yeah, that sounds completely shit,” I mutter dryly.
• “I don’t care what you say. You’re coming.”