Club Fortunae, Caines, Terres Somnia (Aaron)
"She’s going back home, my ass." I snorted.
I didn’t need to be looking at the pictures anymore. They were burned into my brain. Somehow I just couldn’t stop, though.
"Day drinking, I guess they’re finally a thing then," said a familiar voice as she sat down next to me.
"Emily Maine." I beamed.
"Aaron Condor." She smirked.
"What are you doing here?"
"Making a pass at you, of course," she said, slipping me a plane ticket.
"We both saw how well that played out for us last time."
I looked at the ticket and picked up the glass instead. I was still drinking whiskey and I had no bloody idea why. I hated whiskey.
Emily called the bartender over and ordered a s*x on the beach and vodka tonic. When the drinks came, she replaced the whisk
