Chapter Ten
“I’m sorry, what?” Victoria asks, sitting next to me at Torrio’s Table, the speakeasy Hannah is a member of.
“We talked.”
“In other words, you hashed your s**t out?” She’s looking at me like she’s waiting for me to tell her she may have been right.
“Yeah, and now the bastard wants a second chance.” I run my finger across the condensation on the outside of my drink while Victoria and Hannah exchange a look.
This is our regular Monday night at Torrio’s that Hannah now insists we have. Usually it keeps me going through the Monday morning gloom, but not when the subject of our conversation is me. Especially when it’s me and Dean.
“Stop it.” I sip my vesper. “What am I supposed to do?”
“So, you agreed to a second chance?” Hannah asks, her words poised and elegant. A few men w
