“WHERE’S SINCLAIR?” I asked Jesse.
“She’s with Pastor Richie,” he said. “But if she doesn’t get back here soon, I’m drinking her rum and Coke. The ice is almost melted. Where’ve you been, by the way?”
I sighed. “The pipes are leaking in the kitchen. George and I have been in there for the last hour trying to fix the problem. It’s a nightmare for the catering staff.”
Jesse looked past me and scowled. “Oh, great, here comes the shrew.”
I turned to find Sela heading right for us, followed by Jack, who looked inebriated.
Shit.
“Hi, lover,” said Sela, putting her arms around my neck. “Where’ve you been all night?”
I grabbed her hands. “I’ve been around. The real question is, where’ve you been?”
“She was with me,” slurred Jack, putting his arm around her shoulders. “Gettin’ to know my ne
