Chapter 9“Don’t be so hard on yourself,” Laurie had said.
“You’re too kind,” Wheat had responded. He hadn’t meant it to come across as chilly as it probably had, but whenever anyone said that phrase to him, they hadn’t meant it kindly. Damn. He wished he didn’t feel so miserable. Laurie’s reasoning behind not trying to find Wheat’s parents now made perfect sense.
Wheat had never…never…felt so godawful in his entire life, not even after his worst hangover, the result of trying to pledge a fraternity that hadn’t been worth the misery. He’d started with brandy, segued to bourbon, and concluded with dark rum. After he’d recovered, he’d cleaned up his act, not that anyone had noticed, because he’d wimped out and told everyone he was drinking rum and Coke. Only he and the bartender knew it was
