Chapter 38

“Damn shame.” Gerry shrugged and turned toward the door.

“Aw, Gerry, don’t,” Mark pleaded. “Fine, you don’t want dinner? Then fuck dinner. But, please…a drink at least. Let me talk. Let me—”

Gerry shoved on the door, using every bit of willpower that he could muster to keep his expression amused instead of crushed. “Bye.”

The sound of the busy street beyond intensified, and the fresh breeze rushed in to dance through clothing and finery. He checked the street for waiting cabs before he even stepped through the opening.

“Damn it, Gerry, I’m not going to chase you.”

Gerry smiled over his shoulder. “Thank you. That would be great.”

Mark began to walk, quick steps sounding over marble. “Oh, for fuck’s sake!”

“And why is that no one is yelling at himfor the language?” Gerry rolled his eyes at the desk clerk. “Double fucking standards in this place, aren’t there?”

The desk clerk’s answer was surprising and simple. “Yes, sir.”