"This is the finest cognac I've ever tasted!" Fiona raised her glass in a toast to Sebastian. "Thank you for the gift. I love it. Tonight, it means more to me than Eric. Would you like some?"
Late at night, drinking and chatting with a married woman while her husband was absent? This was something Sebastian wouldn't have done even in his wilder days, but tonight… he didn't refuse.
Because tonight's objective was to gather information. One sober, one intoxicated, that's called interrogation, and nobody enjoys being interrogated. But if you can share a few drinks with a heartbroken woman, you can instantly transform into a priest in the confessional, hearing the darkest secrets of her heart.
It was with this expectation that Sebastian raised his glass, and then…
About twenty minutes late
