GALLAHAN’S POV
“Can you stop pacing around?” Maliya asked with exasperation loud in her voice.
I didn’t bother stopping as I replied, “Either you let me walk around in circles or you are going to allow me a bottle of whiskey. Go ahead. Take your pick.”
“Seriously, Gallahan. Relax,” Zuleika chimed in, mindlessly playing with a thin cluster of her curly brown hair.
She wasn’t even looking at me. Her gaze was focused on one of the chairs on the other side of the mahogany table, making it twirl around ceaselessly on one leg.
She was clearly jittery from nerves too. Hypocrite.
“Pot calling the kettle black,” I grumbled. “Besides, how can I relax when they haven’t arrived yet? Only fifteen minutes left before the agreed time.”
“And you have less than fourteen minutes to sit your ass down
