Chapter 47: Going Back for SecondsLight-headed, I looked up from my laptop at the bay window. For a while, I watched the huge snowflakes dance in the wind. This was the heart of winter.
In the last hours, I’d been working on costing out Split’s new menu. I wasn’t really getting anywhere. I rubbed my tired eyes and peeked into my empty glass. s**t. I couldn’t remember how many times I’d refilled it with whisky, but I probably should put some food in my system.
I leaned back in my seat and gazed around at our quiet loft. What time was it, anyway? I glimpsed the time on the computer. A little past six in the evening. “Oh, fuck.”
Derek had asked me to wake him from his nap at five. I headed for the bedroom, but when I came upon the open door, saw that he wasn’t in bed. Hadn’t even heard him
