Blake's POV
The restaurant Ford had chosen for lunch the next day was halfway between both their offices. It was a place businesspeople use to network and close deals or even celebrate winning a contract.
I spotted him immediately at our usual booth in the back, already halfway through what looked like a scotch. Looking at my watch, I saw it was only 11:50 AM.
I stopped the waiter about to walk by me. "How many has he had?" Nodding toward Ford.
The waiter looked over his shoulder. "That's his second, sir, but he told me to keep them coming. I would be happier if you could get him to eat."
I nodded, not taking my eyes from Ford. Looks like we both need to talk. I wondered if Ford's problems included the fight with Cory over seducing his brother's fiancée.
"Starting early," I said, sli
