Chapter 143
He saw people he didn’t know, mostly—business connections, some SI managers, a few people from Charles’s club—all dressed in black and dark grey and navy blue. A few military guys in their dress uniforms. The women all wore horrid-looking fussy little hats pinned on top of their hair. But there really wasn’t anything there that would have caught Scooter’s attention. He didn’t know—
And then his eye snagged on a carefully careless fall of platinum-blond hair, and Andy’s stomach turned over. What the everliving fuckwas Nick doing here? He’d only met Charles once, maybe twice.
Well, he was here to annoy the shit out of Andy, of course. Jesus, it had been almost a year, why couldn’t he just move the hell on? You would think Nick would have exhausted his store of petty spite by now. But it was Nick after all. Andy’s ex had a boundless store of petty spite at his ready disposal, and noidea how to let go of a grudge.
Scooter squeezed Andy’s leg again, in comfort this time.