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SCARLETT WAS DYING for a margarita. After she’d left Fleur at the Chateau Marmont and returned to the office to retrieve her car, she’d been tempted to deaden her misery. She’d been sober for two years now, a fact she was terribly proud of. Fleur wasn’t worth breaking her record. Scarlett turned her car for home.
Her father had been an alcoholic, and he’d put her and her mother through emotional anguish. Watching him die of liver failure in the prime of his life had left an indelible scar on her. Scarlett enjoyed a cocktail as much as anyone, but when she realized she was drinking alone more often than not after long days and her anger had quickened, she swore off the sauce. She knew of her high risk for continuing down the same dreadful path as her father, and she wanted a long, succe
