THIRD PERSON'S POINT OF VIEW
Kieran sprawled across the sofa in nothing but his boxers, brow furrowed as he glared at the empty chair across from him. "Look at this-Lucian's a real piece of work. Said he'd just 'pop in' on her and never came back. It's almost dawn!"
He'd pulled his clothes back on after their shower, but the living room was still missing its third guest. They'd planned a quick drink before Lucian and his wife left tomorrow-instead, Kieran and Ace had gone through bottle after bottle, liquor flowing smooth and cold down their throats without so much as a buzz. All three of them had tolerance like iron. Ace's fridge was nearly bare now, and still no sign of the man who'd sworn he'd be back in a minute.
Kieran glanced over at Ace, who was hunched over his laptop, fingers tapping steady against the keys.
"What are you typing over there?" Kieran asked-Ace had been at it for hours.
"Hmm? Nothing." Ace didn't look up. "Just checking on a client."
