Chapter Eight
“And you just left her there?”
The question comes from Sutton Cooper, the roughneck of our little group. The censure in his voice leaves no doubt as to his opinion on the matter. He may be a hard-ass, with a background roping steer and raising hell, but he has a hard line about treating women well.
Even if that only means making her breakfast after a night of no-strings s*x.
“She paid for the night,” I say blandly.
Christopher leans forward in the leather armchair, his eyes dark. They always see right through me. They see through everything. “Have you ever made a girl cry before?”
“But of course, that’s why I’m the highest-paid escort in Tanglewood. Because I say sharp and insulting things that make the women cry.”
Blue takes a sip of whatever new beer he’s drinking. “
