Chapter Twenty-Two
The Den is quieter in early afternoon, a steady hum of conversation instead of the raucous crowd. I’m surprised to see Sutton sitting in an armchair in front of the fire, a beer dangling from its neck, the glass beaded with condensation.
I sit down in the chair next to him. “A little early,” I say, nodding toward the beer.
It’s an invitation for him to tell me what’s wrong. He takes a swallow before answering. “Needed a break from the office.”
“Problems in paradise?” I ask, my voice light. The construction and real estate company he owns with Christopher does well. And so far there hasn’t been conflict between the two men. I suppose it’s only a matter of time. They’re both strong-willed and stubborn in their own ways.
“You could say that.” Sutton leans forward and s
