*Giovani*

‘Do you ever think about retiring?’

I drummed my fingers on my desk, the wood steady and dull as I did the motion over and over. I glanced at my phone, still waiting for a call on our next move while I reached out for my drink. The bourbon in the glass was smooth, just the way I liked it, and though I had been cutting back on my drinking, I think I deserved a glass tonight.

Olivia’s soft pleading eyes haunted me, the words she’d spoken ...