Chapter 97

“Ditto,” I said. “How’s your love life?”

“Just about as much as I can handle. I guess I’ve been sort of like a kid in a candy store, because I’ve been fucking everything in sight.”

“Nothing wrong with that,” I said, “as long as you play safe.”

“Oh, I do that, you can be sure.”

“Have you met anyone special?” Mike said.

“Not that special,” he said, “but I’ve been out more than once with a couple of the guys I’ve met.”

“Good for you,” I said.

He thanked us again and left.

When I walked into the den, Mike said, “Want a nightcap?”

“Thanks, babe, but I’ve had more than enough alcohol for one evening. Let’s go celebrate.”

“Race you.”