Chapter 24
They made it as far as the elevator before their bodyguard Sam caught up with them. Huffing and winded from the sudden sprint, he admonished, “You guys know better than to pull that shit.”
“We’re leaving.” Corey picked at Ian’s fingers, which had turned white from the grip he had on Corey’s elbow. “Ian, you’re hurting me.”
“Sorry.”
Ian released Corey’s arm but wasn’t quite willing to lose the touch, despite the fact that Sam towered beside them as they waited for the elevator, so he eased his hand around to Corey’s back and let it rest there. f**k Kate and her “you’re drunk and don’t know what you’re doing” speech. Sure, Ian was drunk. How many glasses of rum had he had? Straight up rum, a hundred fifty proof at that. He was lucky to be standing, in all honesty, and he was d
