Chapter 22 The Guilt

Skip Just bloody marvelous! DRAWING slow and steady breaths, I faked a smile. My knuckles whitened around the glass of scotch while I stared down the dance floor. Brett kept glancing at me once in a while, then focused back on waitress’ arse who served our drinks. She kept coming back asking if we wanted something, and I tried hard not to roll my eyes. “You should loosen your hand on the glass, Linton. It breaks in a moment if you keep on gripping as if your life depends on it,”...