Chapter 6
Fay slept on my couch, under the quilt I’d draped over her.
It had been a long night for both of us, and it was now nearing two A.M. I needed sleep. Cameron had kept me on the phone for the last hour. He wanted to be the first one to wish me happy birthday, and he was curious about my evening with Fay.
Dinner had gone smoothly enough. I’d taken her to my favorite bistro and we’d shared a pitcher of beer and a plate of their best entrée. I’d been wary about the beer, but she promised she’d drank before and could handle a few glasses. She’d been uneven in her behavior throughout the evening in general. She’d tell me stories about her friends or go on a tirade about her favorite bands, but if I asked about her plans for the future or what she was interested in aside from music, s
