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"The Brotherhood separates humans from the animals, athletes fro...
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The clandestine nature of hotel restaurants felt so forbidden, but it was Billie's idea to dine in one, and JR couldn't refuse.
Was this how the devil felt when he did something brilliant, but wrong?
He was committed to enjoying dinner and that's all, no matter what his nice-guy conscience said, and all Delilah knew was that he was meeting with Billie, nothing more. No harm, no foul.
This would even the score for having immortalized Conner in her writing, at least he hoped it would.
JR made a ball of the paper bar napkin below his scotch and water, thinking about the one-man security detail he hired and abhorred. With his big hands, cargo pants, and quaint yes, ma'ams, JR wondered why he didn't have the courage to fire him.
Because you can't take care of Delilah as well as he can.
He washed down the pity party with a gulp of hard liquor.
Then again, if someone had to jump in front of a bullet and die, it should be someone as disposable as Conner, and although it was a vile, wicked proposal, JR's fragile ego needed protection, too.
He finished the last of the scotch, choking on the bitter taste, asking himself why he ordered a drink this disgusting.
The bartender nudged at his empty glass. "Another drink, boss?"
