[Ugh, just another case of platonic friendship being slandered.]
[The host must be petty as hell—what kind of grown man acts like this?]
Watching the skepticism and mockery scroll across the screen, I smiled and nodded.
"You're right. Maybe I'm just paranoid. Maybe I even picked fights with my wife's best friend over nothing."
"So here I am—with top-shelf wine and cigarettes—to apologize to him in person."
With Serina's ID number, I had a duplicate room card made. Then I strode toward the room.
The door swung open.
On the messy bed, Beckett lay shirtless, tangled up with Serina.
I lifted my phone, smiling.
"Look—this is what it means to be so close you share the same bed."
