Marshall wished Fisher hadn’t given up alcohol, as he could really use a drink tonight. A couple of weeks had passed, and he liked Esther as much today as he had the day she’d laid a blue-wrapped package on the back seat.
More, in fact. He couldn’t keep his hands to himself whenever he saw her, and every evening ended with her wrapped in his arms, their kisses as sweet as they were sexy.
Fisher had left a couple of days ago to go help his mother, who had suffered a couple of broken bones in a car accident. And Marshall had just gotten off the phone with Esther. A call that had started with accusations about his best friend, as if she were Stacey’s personal bodyguard.
He raked his hands through his hair and paced in Fisher’s suite. He had a call out to Fisher too, but he honestly didn’t
