Chapter 23

“Do you want to go out tonight? Unwind a bit?”

“You ask me that every week.”

“I do,” Donovan agreed.

“And I say no every week.”

“You do.”

Dane spun a pen in his fingers. “So why do you keep asking?”

“Because you’re a man who looks like he could use a drink.”

Dane snorted, but he could already taste the beer wetting the back of his throat, and the whiskey erupting in his chest. Boilermakers had always been a favorite of his. And that voice in the back of his head, the voice he tried to ignore these days, urged him to consider it. He could drink one after another after another after another until he forgot Guy’s face. A few more, and he’d forget about his job. A few more after that, and he’d forget everything completely. Dane couldn’t think of a sweeter oblivion.

“I can’t.”

Donovan nodded. “The invitation is open. Just let me know.”

“Yeah.”