Chapter 9

“For beating up Sam Dredion in high school because he called you a faggot, among other tasteless names.”

Burke laughed. “Besides that.”

It was Beth’s turn to laugh. “Because I taught you how to hold a joint in our junior year of high school, set you up with my cousin, Charlie, knowing you were going to get a blowjob from him, and because we’ve known each other since before the dinosaurs.”

Burke continued to laugh, loving Beth’s positive nature. “You nailed it,” he said. “But there’s a little more why I think you deserve such a large chunk of money.”

Beth slid the check into her knockoff Kate Spade handbag. “Spill your guts. Tell me what you’re up to.”