I looked toward the pottery wheel.
My bowl had collapsed on one side.
Sheldon hadn’t stumbled into a kiss he regretted.
He’d made room for it.
“He’d been flirting with her.”
Roslin touched my arm.
“Come on. I’ll drive.”
I nodded.
Then I looked at her.
“Are you with me?”
“Of course.”
“Good. Because I’m not going home.”
“Are you with me?”
Roslin studied me for a moment.
“Please tell me you’re not planning to throw pottery at him.”
“No.”
“That’s disappointing.”
I laughed once.
While Roslin collected our bags, I stepped outside and made my first call.
“That’s disappointing.”
The club answered after several rings.
I asked for the duty manager.
Earlier that month, I’d booked Sheldon a surprise late-night extension in the club’s VIP room.
He’d already arranged the main party and agreed to cover the bar tab himself.
