"MR. BONDURANT IS HERE."
Myles looked up at Patty, not really seeing her. "Okay."
She stepped into his office. "Jesus Christ, Myles, are you really meeting with the man like that?"
Wearing the same rumpled clothes from yesterday because he'd been up here all night replaying every moment of his relationship with Piper, trying to sort out where he'd gone wrong? Unshowered, unshaved? "Yep."
Bondurant ought to consider himself lucky Myles wasn't drunker than Cooter Brown. The urge to drown his sorrows in the scotch hanging out in his bottom desk drawer had been strong. But on the off chance that Piper decided she was ready to talk, he needed to be capable of driving.
Patty shut the door and crossed over, laying a hand on his brow in a universal maternal thermometer. "What's wrong?"
The woman I love has left me, and I don't know why. I find I don't really give a rat's ass about anything else.
"Did you and Piper have a fight?"