I turn to Chester, who’s sticking to the opposite end of the bar now. “Uh, yeah,” I say uncomfortably. “Gonna cost an arm and a leg, but they’re taking care of it.”
“Tell them not to. I will.”
“You’ll take care of it?”
He nods. “Leave it to me.”
He takes a sip of his brandy. “If you’re going to repeat everything I say, we might be here a long time.”
“Considering our past experience, I think I’d rather handle this myself.”
He shrugs like he doesn’t give a damn one way or another. “Suit yourself.”
“You don’t have to stay here with me, you know,” I tell him. “You can leave whenever. Like now, for instance. Or now. Or now.”
“I’m not staying here for you.”
I can feel the heated flush on my skin, but I ignore it and return to my coffee. I have no desire to finish it, though. I just want
