C25 CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE

Jeremy Lodge dragged his gaze away from Amanda Wurst’s legs, which went on for a mile. He prided himself in not allowing his mind to wander during business hours. That’s what happy hour was for at the bar, although he’d avoided any social scenes for months now. Since his thirtieth birthday, to be exact. He was tired of the pickup scene. Tired of cocktail hours. Weekends on the yacht