Chapter 83

She’d almost had him convinced that there was something real between them, but it was all a fucking lie. He drained his drink and poured another. The whiskey warmed its way down his throat but didn’t touch the frozen tundra that was his heart. He lifted his glass and drank again. He wanted to wipe the image of Cassie on her knees in front of Nathan out of his mind and the only way he was going to do that was with alcohol. Lots and lots of alcohol. He poured another shot as someone sat down beside him. “Brian,” one of the groomsmen said, “looks like you’re having fun.” Brian just grunted as he drank again. It would probably be less time-consuming if he filled his glass rather than pouring it shot by shot, or better yet, just drank straight from the bottle. Someone sat on the other side of him, but he didn’t turn to see who it was. “Hey Brian,” it was another groomsman. “You owe us a hundred bucks.” “What?” he asked turning his head to the side and taking in the man who had just sat down