Fifty-Fifty Chances Are (Chances Are #3)

I waved Gerry over, anxious to get back to Rory. It wasn't the idea of sex either. Sure, he was waiting naked in bed, but I just wanted to hold him and—I grabbed the tray of pinchos—eat snacks in bed and watch television and talk like all these other people did every night. "Comp Darrin's tab and call him a cab when it's time to go home. I need to get back upstairs. Thanks for stopping by to tell me about this, Darrin." I squeezed his shoulder and slid off my barstool.

I had just put my foot on the bottom step when a tide of energy swept me up. Loud voices and audible urgency filled the room. I spun around, caught in the moment. An ashen faced young man, one I didn't really recognize but thought I'd seen with Gerry in the past, clutched the bar and whispered urgently. Gerry's face paled and he sought my gaze. I moved toward them by instinct, saw Darrin drop his half-eaten burger and rise as well.

"What is it?" We hemmed the young man in between us and the bar, and I could tell right off that he didn't like that. He kept looking at the front door, and it couldn't have been more obvious that he wanted desperately to run. Disregarding his obvious discomfort, I reached across his shoulder to put the tray of food on the bar.

"There's a body in your bathroom."