Chapter 101

• ALEX
• Mary-Beth and I left The Latham without having coffee. We spoke to the hotel manager on the way out, and thanked the sommelier and our server again, and all the time heat fizzed and crackled between us.
• Soon we were back in the car, sitting close to one another this time, Mary-Beth’s leg against mine, our hands clasped tight. The fucking gorgeous red dress has a slit up to the thigh on the left side, and it was scrambling my brain. All thoughts of fake date and best friend’s daughter and employee and too young for you went out of the car window as we raced through the balmy night, back to my apartment.