Chapter 5

“I’m Flint.”

“No first name?”

“Kane.” It wasn’t, but then Flint wasn’t my last name, either.

The woman with him cleared her throat pointedly.

“And this is my friend, Susan Burkhart.”

“Ms. Burkhart.”

She frowned at Mann. “Really, Quinton, aren’t I more than a friend?” She gave me her hand. It was so limp I almost expected to smell fish.

“Mr. Mann, it’s a pleasure to see you, sir.” Granger’s date provided a welcome diversion. He was falling all over himself to get Mann to notice him. He grabbed Mann’s hand and pumped it, and I couldn’t help grinning.

Mann saw, and he raised his eyebrow. Damn, I was making him too curious.

I made the grin broader and swayed a bit. “Oops. ‘Scuse me, gen’lemen. Ladies.” I nodded to Granger and the Burkhart woman, who held onto Mann’s arm with a death grip. Mann deserved better than her. “Gonna get a drink. Hap—” I hiccupped. “Happy New Year.”