“So, what’s on our agenda for the next two nights, Russell? I must say, this is a pleasant surprise, skipping town for a weekend. I’ll be fresh and eager when I get to the office Monday morning.” He flashed that gorgeous smile at his companion.
“Tuesday,” Russell muttered, between bites of his spaghetti. Peter went with the manicotti. Each meal included a soup or salad starter, main course, and a gelato dessert, plus tea or coffee, all for ten bucks. “I bribed Bernice to clear your schedule for Monday—payback for you tampering with my assistant. So we check out Monday morning, head back to Calgary and we go to my place, where I fuck you into Tuesday. I was warned that you had to be able to walk, and you were to be at the clinic on time for a change. Somewhere along the line, Bernice got the impression that Iwas a bad influence on you.”