Chapter 93

DRAKE “So, how is your sex life?” Sapphire asks, her dazzling blue eyes twinkling at me over the table. “Still tying up strangers and calling it art?” “Fuck you, you hag. Still seducing married women at the tennis club and calling it fun?” “Ouch,” she says. “I’d call that deuce.” “I’d say more like love–all. Especially with us two.” She shrugs, and the movement makes her shiny curtain of dark hair shimmer on her bare shoulders. Amelia’s hair shimmers like that. But fuck it, I’m not here with Amelia; I’m here with Sapphire Huntington. We had a long-standing date to meet for the premiere of a new Broadway show she wanted to see; I bagged the tickets, and she bagged the aftershow. Now we’re sitting here in this pretentious showbiz basement bar, sipping cocktails and rubbing shoulders with the stars. Not the kind of thing that impresses either of us. Sapphire went to college with Nathan and is from Chicago. For both reasons, she’s become a friend of mine too. “No,” she says, pretending to