Chapter 4
NOAH
2AM Saturday morning
This is the only night I haven’t fully prepped every detail of in a long ass time.
The only concern I have right now is getting the woman I now know as Little Bear alone. And beyond that?
My plans are as uncertain as the future of my company.
She laughs, full and long, in the backseat of the yellow cab we’ve hopped into at two AM, the dotted lights of the city and holiday themed window displays in our periphery. Manhattan’s streets are completely silent at this late hour, filled with nothing but the remnants of memory of the day, and with more alcohol than blood now in our veins, we scramble atop the leather cushions, a tumble of ruffled clothes and spilling tequila.
The waitress sets the bottle of Mexico’s best beside us.
“Think we’ll get fired?
