Chapter 7Staggering a little, I walked through the kitchen in search of the annoying cell phone, which was ringing endlessly. Having misplaced the wineglass, I'd resorted to swigging straight from the bottle. The first bottle was long gone and I was rapidly working through a second. It was a good thing Ash had an extensively stocked wine rack, because I intended to work my way through every single bottle. Having my emotions dulled by alcohol seemed the only way to cope with the misery.
“Damn it!” In answering the call, I'd managed to knock vegetables all over the floor.
“Finn?” There was a worried tone in Shep's husky voice.
“Yup.” Wobbling into a precarious lean against the bench, I gulped another mouthful from the bottle. “Wassup?”
“Are you okay?”
“Yup.”
“Finn – have you been drink
