Cole’s POV

The ice in my glass clinked softly as I swirled the whiskey, watching as the brown color caught the light in the living room. The faint hum of some old rock song playing from the stereo that I wasn’t really listening to filled the room.

I brought the glass to my lips, the rim of the glass clinking against my teeth as I downed another mouthful of whiskey. It burned my throat, but it was nearly enough to numb the sting from the embarrassment she served me with.

Across from me, ...