“Right, well, okay, guess I deserved that,” she whispered.“But thanks, truly.And good luck with Carlyle.I hope you break through.”
She yanked up the handle on her bag and had started rollingit away when he called her name.
“Georgiana.”
She turned back and gave him no shot to apologize.
She said, “You know, you were right.This was a one-timething, thankfully short, and now over.But really, good luck with Carlyleand…whatever else you do with your life.”
He didn’t call out again as she jabbed a code into a box,shoved through the front doors and went right to the elevators.
When she disappeared in one without even glancing his waywas when he rounded his truck and got back in.
She’d been a bitch, and she’d apologized.
He’d been a dick, and it was left at that.
And as much as that burned in his chest, and fuck, but itburned and he had no idea why it burned so hot and so deep, leaving it likethat…
He was going to leave it like that.
Whatever else you do with your life.
Yeah, there it was.
Whatever else he did with his life.
Which was nothing.
He was doing nothing with his life.
He had no drive.
He had no goals.
He had no mission.
He had no passion.
He had dick.
On that thought, he started up his truck and headed for theChaos Compound.
There was beer there.Tequila.Brothers.
He wasn’t big on getting drunk.
But for once he was feeling like tying one on.
Dutch did as he planned.
He didn’t get puke-and-act-like-an-asshole drunk, but he’dgotten to the point he’d had to crash in his room at the Compound instead ofgetting in his truck and going home.
But after he woke up the next day, brushed his teeth,splashed water on his face and got dressed, he went home.
To his laptop.
Which he opened while the coffee was brewing.
