Chapter 12: I Never Lie to Women; I Only Give Them Choices

Sunlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Shangri-La Presidential Suite, carving a golden patch across the carpet. River Lyson opened his eyes. There was no cramped rental apartment. No honking cars from the morning rush. Only the faint hum of the central air-conditioning. He leaned against the headboard and lit a cigarette. His first step in Newhaven had been solid. His money was growing in the stock market, while Autumn Lyson kept an eye on the company registration and the...