Chapter 23

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Garrett stared at his hands in an attempt to conceal his ire. Something about Mary Ellen had irked him from the moment he met her. She drank more than anyone else and she tended to give Johnette the cold shoulder by barely acknowledging Johnette’s greeting, but more, her entitled attitude rankled. She had her nose in the air because her father was Herbert Buchanan.

Eron put his hand on Garrett’s shoulder and leaned in. Garrett inhaled his Old Spice and suppressed a smile. “I’m sorry about Mary Ellen’s comment, she’s drunk already. I don’t think anyone else heard her.”

Had they been alone, Garrett would have called Eron out for always making excuses for her. But Eron’s warm hand on his back, breath in his ear, and scent in his nose, made up for it. At least he could speak freely.

The cocktail waitress interrupted them. Garrett moved to get his wallet, but Eron grabbed his hand on top the table and squeezed.