Chapter 55

• Hmm. I wonder. Does he think Aaron’s involved and is milking him for information? I sip my drink as they talk, and I do an internal assessment of him. He’s actually quite good looking, with sandy hair, a square jaw, and dimples, and he has a great laugh. I’ve never noticed him before because whenever Jameson is in the same room, all men pale in comparison.
• “I’m going to get a drink and come back and sit with you guys,” he says as he stands. “You want one, Foster?”
• “No thanks.” I fake a smile.