Grant couldn't help but frown, his thoughts drifting back to the messages he'd sent to Innocensa last night. He felt a pang of regret, but it didn't linger for long. By the time he was stirring together a hangover drink in the kitchen, the feeling had dulled, replaced by the quiet reassurance that it was for the best. He'd been too unsteady to handle her any other way.
Sober, he knew he wouldn't have had the strength to say no. Good thing he had done the thing he needed to do when intoxicated. He wasn't proud of that, but at least the decision was behind him now. What was done, was done. And that was a relief—or so he told himself.