Chapter Twenty-Six
Jason strolled into the Foreman’s office ahead of Sterling. “Emma joining us for dinner?”
Following him, Sterling grunted.
“I take it that’s a no?” Jason walked through the living area, past the place where the vision of Emma in red stilettos and lacy lingerie was imprinted on Sterling’s brain, past the arm of the couch he’d bent her over and said every dirty thing she’d asked him to while f*****g her until they both collapsed, and out onto the deck where the splintered remains of the Adirondack chair were scattered. Jason stopped and whistled, surveying the scene, then gave him a flinty stare. “I take it you f****d up the apology?”
Sterling squirmed and shoved his hands in his pockets. “I don’t want to talk about it.” You’re not half the man I thought you were. Didn
