Chapter 4
I took an awkward step around a puddle just starting to ice over at its edges, and Lee turned to give me an exasperated look.
“Really, Christopher. You’d think you were the old man.”
Grant threw a look back at me from where he held Lee’s arm and led our overdressed little threesome, giving me a grin that flashed bright white fangs. I wasn’t sure if the smile was supposed to be sympathetic or if he, too, thought I was being the princess Lee had declared me to be when I’d first voiced that this evening was a bad idea.
I’d thought it was a disaster waiting to happen from the very beginning, and Lee’s determination to forgo his glasses, along with Grant’s insistence that it would be a Hollywood-style orgy—which I didn’t believe for a moment—only added to my unease.
Of course, Le
