Chapter 72

Dave's POV

The stupid string quartet was still playing. I could hear the faint, happy notes drifting from the ballroom all the way to the private lounge. It felt like a mockery. Everything was cold, her soft skin under my white-knuckled grip, the night air slipping through the window, the champagne flute sitting forgotten on the table beside the couch behind me. But none of it was as cold as the look in Sheila’s eyes.

I’d finally done it. After six years of being her shadow, her reliable, res