Chapter 30
“I’m fine,” Bryn answered Jules with a smile. “Crowds. They’re harder every year.”
“I know. Unless I’m on stage in front of them, I hate it.”
“How about this: we’ll make one more round down the stairs and through the lobby, and then sneak out back for a smoke and grab a taxi out of here.”
“I thought you’d quit,” Jules said slyly.
“I have. But you never will.”
“Hey, I’m down to two a day.”
“Quitter.”
Jules giggled. “All right, you’ve got a deal. But if we run into Medea, you’re on your own.”
“Fair enough.” Jules and Medea didn’t get along for obvious reasons. Medea was a predator, and Jules was prey. If Bryn knew Medea, she’d already gathered a crowd of male admirers and was deciding which one to drag into the women’s restroom and fuck first. Bryn covered Jules’s hand with his. “Shall we?”