Page 4 of Falling in Between

“Holy shit! He was a cartelboss?”

I shrug. “Who knows? I can’t remember hisname.”

Dani pokes her head in from the veranda, the phone pressed to her ear. “You slept with some randomman?”

I toss my hands up and give an exaggerated shrug. “I have no idea, but based on the ache between my legs, I’d wager onyes.”

“No, Bill!” Dani groans. “You can’t give the Luxberg case to—” The door to the balcony slamsshut.

Steph laughs. “It’s just like the good ol’ collegedays.”

“No, in college, you and Dani were the ones slutting it up.” I thumb my chest, annoyed. “Not me. I was withHarold!”

A fog of nostalgia clouds Steph’s eyes before she gives me a once-over. “What’s with thesarong?”

“I panicked when I woke up next to ElChapo.”

She snorts with laughter. “El Chapo, that’s good. But seriously…” Fighting a smile, she places the tray on the nightstand then glances at me, again taking in my attire. “You ran outnaked?”

“Yep.”

“Well, my work here is done.” She dusts off herhands.

I arch an eyebrow. “Yourwork?”

“You had a dirty one-nighter, so you should be good to go when we get back to New York. It’s kinda like breaking a champagne bottle over a boat on its maiden voyage. A quick, grunge fuck is good luck after adivorce.”

All I can do is stare. The irony of Steph’s illogical life logic sometimes makessense.