![]() ![]() I care for her too, you know.”Ī few uncomfortable moments passed as each man grappled with their emotions- anger being the predominate mood. And we still have a job to do, if you’ll remember. And I thought we were no longer friends.” “Checking up on me, old man? It appears I have a butler to fire. Though your shoulder might give you trouble the next time you take up fencing.” I understand you haven’t been sober since you woke up last week. His voice was hoarse and scratchy, probably from loudly cursing Grace and himself to Hades-primarily himself-numerous times over the last couple of days. He knew he looked like shite no words were required to acknowledge it. He felt the scratch of two-day-old stubble on his chin. He set down his glass and ran his good hand through his bed-mussed hair and then down his face. ![]() ![]() He saw her leave with his own disbelieving eyes. He took a moment more to glare at the man standing before him before tossing back the contents of his glass in one swallow. He looked up to stare down his ex-best friend, Clifford Ross, who bore that painful news. And he stayed that way, frozen with his glass raised, long enough to tamp down the desperate flash of pain caused by those words. He froze, his whisky glass elevated just out of reach of his lips. Stonebridge was about to take a sip of his whisky when he heard those words. ![]()
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