za
as Drake. I let it go to voicemail, but he call
he asked, his voice tight
r ago. A picture of Drake and Kandace at a wedding reception over the weekend. They were on the da
it?" I asked, my voice
ul note in his voice. He wanted a fi
I be angry?"
other end of the line. My in
. "I' m having dinner with some clients tonight at
before I co
g. When I got in, Kandace was already in the passenger s
tagged along. I hope it' s okay." Her voi
d into the back seat without a word. I was
ersation, his eyes finding mine in the rearview mirror.
out that photo... Drake feels terrible. It was just a drunken mistake." He was try
in the eye. "In fact, congratulations are i
arful resignation. This calm, detached Eliza was a stranger to him. He remembered the time I' d cornered him at a C
"Mr. Bridges, Ms. Hill. Shall I open the b
face to Kandace' s smug one. So they were
efore Drake could speak. "Open a
lking on steady legs. Drake followed
ne, it' s not what you thi
asp. "Drake, I don' t care." I walked into the ladi
ng himself between a drunken client and Kandace, protecting her. "She can' t drin
ergic to alcohol, a fact Drake often chose to forget when it was inconvenient. A client kept
rink it. If you have a reaction, I' ll
pling stomach cramps. We went to the hospital. A doctor came into the room,
hold me. He didn' t comfort me. He tur
o careless? I told you not to go
. For his mistak
at him now, gallantly protecting Kandace from a single glass of
table and walked out of th
rse. He stormed into our ap
You just walked out! You embarr
the middle of our living room, m
ng to threaten to leave me again?" He laughed, a
the wrong brand of coffee. I had begged him, sobbing, to t
in the eye. My voice was quiet,
Ok