C H A P T E R - T H I R T E E N
II awoke to the sound of Falcone's whisper from a distance.
He was talking on the phone.
I blinked my eyes open.
I was lying in Falcone's bed.
I placed my hands under my chin and closed my eyes, as the previous night crept into my mind.
It's all there. And there was plenty of it.
Mont G began with Cosmo G drinks, which had pineapple-infused tequila, cranberry, and guava. Delicious. It's refreshing.
Dangerous.
I wasn't opposed to drinking outside of a cosmo providing the cocktail included cosmo in the name, so Cosmo Gs it was.
There are a lot of them. And plenty of food. And a lot of chatting from me.
During our drive, Falcone's allotted amount of sharing was obviously exhausted. I answered Falcone's inquiries over the course of the dinner talk. He
