“Thanks, Vincent.” He took the glass and tossed back the amber liquid so fast he choked and his eyes teared up.
“Sorry. I should have told you to take it easy. This is Glenfiddich.”
“No, s’okay, just took me by surprise.” He gasped, and then his eyes widened. “The expensive stuff?” He drew in a deep breath and mopped at his cheeks with his sleeve.
“Yeah. Rough day?” I asked compassionately. He finished the last few drops of his drink and slid it across the bar. I nodded toward the bartender.
“It was a b***h on wheels. I don’t know what went wrong. The operations I’ve been charting…. This morning they were perfect; this afternoon, they were all shot to shit.”
I rubbed his shoulder, a motion that started as soothing and went to sensuous. “That’s…too bad, Mikey.” My fingers dug into the
