Chapter Seven
EDWIN TOSSED HIS keys onto the table by th front door and headed for the kitchen counter and the bottle of whiskey he knew waited for him. He had to admit, the night went better than he expected it would, especially after Neal left. He honestly didn’t expect Andrea to agree to another drink with him the way she had behaved since they met yesterday. Maybe he hadn’t lost his touch after all.
After pouring himself a double, he stepped out onto the back porch, the dim lighting of the moon casting a soft glow over his backyard. Slipping his phone onto the table beside a camp chair, he sat down, propping his feet up on the railing, and settled his glass in both hands in his lap as he stared out at the quiet night, the sound of crickets off in the distance. A slight breeze whisper
