Epilogue
NOAH
A few weeks later
There’s only one thing worse than going to a wedding rotten drunk. And that’s going to a wedding completely sober…and outrageously randy.
With little time left before Jesse Somerset’s wedding, I pace the length of my apartment’s dark-wooded kitchen, holding my phone close as I talk to my lawyer, Emily Armand, about my newly minted business partner, Barbara Fletcher of the New York finance tycoons, Fletcher Financial Group.
Their money was old, their patience was short and they too had once been bamboozled by Chris Jackson and his un-merry men of thieves.
Barbara was the president of the financial group and as classily ruthless as she was gray.
The confirmation of her partnership with Quinn Real Estate, Inc. had cleared away all of our debt, just under
