#Chapter 110: Invasive Methods

Ava Chris turned to me with a tired expression on his face. “Let’s head back to the hotel,” he said, nodding his head toward our waiting town car. “And have a decent drink that’s not overpriced whiskey.” I nodded, letting him take my arm as we walked down the steps. For the entire ride back to the hotel, he was mostly quiet—only pointing out the occasional restaurant or interesting sign. It seemed as though we both had plenty on our minds tonight. Only once we finally slid onto the leather bar stools at the quiet hotel bar did he finally voice whatever it was. “So,” he said, swirling his wine around in his glass, “what did you think of that?” “Of what, exactly?” “All of it,” he said. “The event itself, that one reporter’s question about the moonstone, George… Everything.” I shrugged and took a sip of my wine. “The event was fine,” I said. “Ran a bit long, but…” Chris turned to me and placed his warm hand on my leg. “If we’re going to be t