Chapter Six SiennaA part-time office employee for a male escort agency walks into a bar.
It sounds like the introduction to a joke Ryder would tell at a family party after one too many cocktails. But there’s no punch line to this setup. It’s just another day in my post-grad life, and for the first time all week, I’m owning it.
Squinting in the dim bar lighting, I spot Allison’s jet-black hair at a back corner table. She already has a gin and tonic at the ready for my arrival, her own glass half-empty. Or is it half-full?
If you asked me on Monday when I was desperately trying to keep from being knocked over by Case’s laser stare, I definitely would have said half-empty. But today, after a full day of running things by myself while keeping Case’s sick ass in check, I might have a differe
