Chapter 3The first thing Geoffrey became aware of when he emerged from the pain of the hangover was shame. Deep, deep shame. He only had a vague memory of what happened that morning, but he remembered enough to know that he had been a real prick. Puking his guts out in front of Nash, and then quitting.
He had actually said the words I quit. He’d never intended to. But he’d opened his mouth, and the words spilled from his lips, and he couldn’t call them back. Even when Nash gave him a chance, he couldn’t take them back. And he’d never intended to get so drunk he couldn’t see straight. And he certainly had never intended to have that scene with Nash.
Now he didn’t know how to fix it. Or if it should even be fixed. He had been out of line. He had been wrong to leave the office yesterday, wr
