Ryan didn’t wait for Darya to say no.
Grabbing a bottle of opened wine from the table, he filled two glasses.
He tilted his head and tossed back the first glass in one long gulp.
His face, already red, turned a shade deeper.
Ryan thumped the empty glass on the table and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
Then he glared at Darya. ‘Your turn!’
Micah inhaled deeply.
He’d only agreed to come to The Hideout because Ryan begged him to.
His plan was to wait for his friend to blow off some steam, then go home and work through a new merger proposal.
How had things devolved into a drinking contest?
He glanced at Darya, hoping she had the good sense to turn Ryan down.
After all, she didn’t drink.
The contest was unfair to her.
‘He’s drunk,’ he said to
