Chapter 27

“Can I get you something to drink?” he said instead. He crossed to the bar and poured himself a finger of scotch. “Or we could get some dinner sent up if you’re hungry.”

“I’m not hungry, but I could use a drink. Or two.”

It wasn’t until he was reaching for the second glass that he realized he’d asked out of habit, but this was the first time Vince had ever actually accepted. He glanced back, trying to read Vince’s face, but as usual, it was calm and closed, if a little tired. The only time David had seen that particular mask slip had been the night of Moulin Rouge, both at the other casino and here in David’s suite. Still, something was wrong for Vince to ask for alcohol, and David couldn’t just ignore it to placate his own feelings of guilt.

“Kate says you’ve been busy,” he said when he handed Vince the drink. He took a careful seat on the couch next to him, with enough distance to encourage conversation rather than contact