Chapter 21
NANCY
The day’s a little cloudier when I leave Domino behind and head to The Alchemist.
The city seems quieter as I exit my brownstone and jump back into Sabrina’s BMW, my thoughts racing faster than the Beemer’s expensive tires as I make my way to the other side of Manhattan, navigating amongst a sea of pedestrians and yellow taxis.
The hum of the city is the backdrop to my turmoil as I consider my future and the things (or people) that may or may not be in it.
Sliding a pair of dark sunglasses into my rose-colored hair, I turn on the radio, hearing a slow, sultry Elvis song that reminds me of the man I left back in Connecticut.
Andrew.
Lincoln.
Billionaire.
Bartender.
Playboy. Prick. Lover.
Good man.
He was all of them—at once, a walking mystery of magnitudes I’d s
