Chapter 20
“Mr. Lloyd, you’re here,” The overweight man sprawled on the couch barely looked up, one brow lifting.
It took Finley a second to recognize him–Danny Wright.
“Mr. Wright,” Finley said, tight–lipped. His gaze flicked to Renee, unease curling in his gut. Since when did she let men handle
her like this?
“You’re late,” Wright said, nodding at the table. “Three drinks as penalty.”
Finley frowned. He wasn’t late. He was actually early.
“What’s the holdup? You came to ask for a favor, right? If you can’t even drink, how do you expect to prove your sincerity?”
Across the room, another man lounged with a woman draped over him. Finley recognized her–an actress from Renee’s era. Now, she looked just as ruined, reduced to arm candy.
