Chapter 42

• The relaxation spot Chloe had chosen was called The Gallery, a dimly lit, upscale lounge that avoided the noise of a club but possessed the cool ambiance of a cocktail bar. Soft jazz drifted from hidden speakers, and the clientele were well-dressed, settled in, speaking in murmured tones.
• Renee, scrubbed clean and dressed in an orange jumpsuit that Chloe had insisted she wear felt a bit light, a kind of freedom she hadn't experienced in months.
• They were settled into a cozy, semi-private booth, surrounded by velvet cushions. The table was littered with small, beautiful glasses—Renee was nursing a neat whisky, a departure from her usual white wine.