Chapter 65
AlexaI bypassed the line of cars in the circular drive in front of Graham’s house. Young men in cropped red jackets jogged quickly between cars, spiriting them away to some unknown valet location.
Earlier in the afternoon, he texted me the code to enter the gated drive leading to the garage. I punched in the numbers and waited as the gate slid open. When I pulled beside the house, the drive curved around to the right. The garage door was up.
Me: I’m here. Where should I park?
Graham: In the drive.
I dropped the phone in the center console and parked outside the garage. The door to the house flew open, and he stood, leaning on the doorway in pressed linen pants with a checked button down.
“An untucked shirt. This is the casual you?” I lifted two bottles of champagne out of
