Chapter 41

“I know you outlasted Grady.” Arturo laughed. “He drank us all under the table. There’s no way he didn’t pass out the second you got him home.”

“I don’t remember him drinking that much in London,” Leon said.

“He didn’t. In fact, he bragged then about his self-control.”

He hadn’t been drinking at Gwen’s birthday party, either. Grady was the sort who felt most comfortable when in complete control. He’d probably been the default designated driver for his entire adult life. But there was no denying that Grady drank like an old pro the night before.

“Well, I probably drive him to it.” Colin meant it as a joke, but it didn’t sound like one.

“You? Nah, no way. Well, except for maybe having to fight everybody off you to actually get any work done. That might do it.”