“There’s always a first for everything, sooner or later,” she said eventually, drying off a glass with a bar rag. “And today it’s you coming in here and not hooking up with one of your three best friends; Jim, Jack or Jose.”
“Just got a lot on my mind, Ritchie.” Drew returned to his journal, writing more for the sake of sending her a signal than capturing any deep thoughts about his predicament. He wasn’t looking to find any. When she shrugged her shoulders and walked to the other end of the bar, he sighed.
He didn’t know what to do and James wasn’t answering. Neither was Sabrina or Cassandra or Mar. What had Amaranth done to them? He had disconnected them all when they needed each other the most.
When you need them the most, he thought. Doesn’t that just cut! Damn you, Josh!!
He held
