Chapter Thirty-Seven ~ Reardon
I’d never been so pissed off and so f*****g hopeful at one time.
I walked home, leaving my car parked at Chloe’s. I needed the air to clear my head.
As I was walking up my path, I pulled out my phone, searched for the name I needed, and put in a call.
“Can you come to my place?” I asked.
Dillon must have heard something in my voice, because he simply said, “On my way,” then hung up.
I let myself in, walked to my office, and poured two glasses of whiskey out of the decanter. I set one on the coffee table, then sat down on my loveseat and took a sip from the other one.
One of the perks of small-town living was that it didn’t take long to get anywhere, so it only seemed like a few minutes had passed before I heard Dillon let himself in.
“What’s up?” he a
