That irritating voice in my head is roaring in protest again. It only knows one word, it seems: Liar. Liar. Liar.
I drink more whiskey to drown it out.
Jennifer nods, but I can see she isn’t convinced. “You married her.”
“It was a strategic play.”
She arches her brow. “Indeed. How is that working out for you?”
“These things take time,” I say. “And her brother is a lot more stubborn than I gave him credit for.”
She tenses. “He’s a lot like you in that way, you know.”
I glare at her. “Unfortunately for him, he’s on the wrong damn side.”
“Is it? Whose side are you on, Jen?”
She glares at me. “Don’t you dare disrespect my loyalty like that, Aleks. You know that I’m on your side. Always have been, always will be.”
I nod. It’s true enough. “It might be time to stop hiding.”
“And blow
