Chapter Forty
Blake
“This is pretty impressive.” Henry stood next to me at the bar, taking in the scene at the station’s Christmas party. They had rented out the City Center, had an open bar, live music, and had paid Uber to be the designated drivers. “So,” he wiggled his eyebrows at the ladies who whisked by us in their evening gowns, “where is she?”
I scanned the room then checked my phone. “Sarge said they should be here.” Spencer and Lisa wanted to get ready together, so I decided to come early with Henry.
“I appreciate you coming.” I sipped my scotch.
“I appreciate the invite. Lord knows I can’t take another stuffy party.” He snickered and asked for another drink then dropped a five-dollar bill in the tip jar. Our parents both partied and did like a stiff drink. We loved them, bu
