Chapter 91

• WEST'S POV
• I push the door of the suite and step in. It's quiet; I can tell that Samantha is not yet back from her interview. I yawn and stretch my hands over my head, closing the door behind me and walking over to the refrigerator to help myself with a chilled wine.
• What did Tiffany want today? What did she come after me trying to remind me of memories that are long forgotten and buried deep? We didn't work out; we should just count our losses and move up. 20 years or more wasted together.