Chapter 7
Though he was the one who asked Corrine for the number, when the knock came at his hotel door, John nearly jumped out of his skin. This was it. One of those do-or-die moments he thought he’d given up when he turned sixty. Better for his health, he’d reasoned. Life’s too short and all that garbage.
But he’d made the call, and life really was too brief, and if he didn’t want to feel like an i***t tomorrow, he would march over and answer the door instead of locking himself in the bathroom and pretending he’d never had the balls to phone in the first place.
When he pulled it open, he caught Frank fidgeting on the other side, though Frank straightened as soon as their eyes met. In the time since they’d parted ways at the pizza place, Frank had changed his shirt, swapping out his po
