Walton, Utah
Drake sat alone in the hotel restaurant and sipped his crappy coffee, deep in thought about Briley.
The night before, he’d brought his A-game to the bar and he’d served it up piping hot for her. She’d responded beautifully, and they’d spent almost two hours sitting at the bar together, drinking and laughing. Flirting shamelessly.
At some point – Drake didn’t know exactly how or when – the flirting had flipped over from an act to the real thing. He’d started off just going through the motions – honed through years and years of chatting up hot women – all the while hating Briley with every fiber of his being. This was the b***h, after all, who’d actively participated in hurting untold women, covered up murder, encouraged a psychopath with a God complex to terrorize a bunch o
