JEREMY.
“Tell me you have something good,” Liam said, dropping into the chair across from my desk like the man of the hour, and wearing a charcoal suit and the easy arrogance I had come to tolerate so well.
Watching my 'best friend' haunt a man I could give up in one sentence was a kind of thrill that could give me a hard-on.
Not because I liked helping Liam.
Fuck that.
Because Elias Wilson was better kept than spent, and he's one of the most important pieces in this board game I'd spent years meticulously arranging.
I leaned back. “Morning to you, too.”
“f**k morning.” He dragged a hand through his hair and gave me that tired, polished smile women kept mistaking for sweetness. “I barely slept. Nadia brought up Elias last night.”
I kept my face still.
There it was. My stubborn,
