"As the old song goes, wasted days and wasted nights...now becomes the story of my life."
Sitting back in his desk chair, Mac made his toast as he swirled the scotch in his highball glass, noting its pale color in the muted glow of the side table lamp. Cold, clean air from the open window cooled his flushed face and soothed his agitated soul. The evening hadn't ended well between him and Regine. In fact, it had been downright mortifying. But instead of returning to the Chesterfield Hotel, he found solace in going to his office where he could sit in the semi-darkness and drink steadily if he so desired.
Oh, Mac tried to rekindle the romance with Regine, but as he took her in his arms and kissed her, he thought only of Afton. Even as Regine maneuvered them to the bedroom and then trie
