He needed a drink. He needed to make sense of

ered as they left the gala

s go get some late-night food. We picked up Ho

iner, the kind with velvet booths

cream!" Ho

t, buddy," Easton

black Porsche pul

side. They had come for

ed, seeing the Harringt

oked. She cou

ct tableau. Easton, handsome and brooding

spoonful of sundae into his mouth.

The diner door opened as a waiter stepped ou

lt's voice carried clear as a bell. "She

ed Holt's hair. "Yeah, b

to her chest, clutching the silk of her dress. It felt

she cho

the steering wheel. "I'm

m. Her nails dug into his j

and nodded. He gunned the engine. The Porsche roare

red to the passing street

to of Holt she kept