Reid
The bar was quiet — the kind of place where no one asked questions and the whiskey was poured strong. Exactly what I needed.
I sat at the far end, away from the clusters of after-work drinkers and couples leaning too close together. The low hum of conversation blended with the soft clink of glasses, and the dim lighting made everything feel removed — distant in a way that matched my mood.
Across from me, Andrew watched with mild amusement as I downed my drink. “Rough day?”
“You could say that.”
He signaled for another round, settling back in his seat like he had all the time in the world. “Let me guess. Work?”
“Fallon.”
The name slipped out before I could stop it.
Andrew’s brows shot up. “The wife?”
I ignored the tone — the slight edge of disbelief like he couldn’t quite pict
