SHANEI sat across from Liam in the semi-private booth at Firenze’s; one of the over-priced lounges we frequent. We had both cleared our calendars for this dinner mostly to iron out some details about our joint private joint business, but also, in my case, to distract myself.Liam poured himself a glass of the deep red Chianti he’d ordered, glanced at me, and smirked. “You look like crap bro, what is going on?”“Thanks,” I muttered, running a hand over my face. “You’re glowing, by the way. New moisturizer?”He laughed, leaned back against the leather booth, and said, “Jokes aside, what happened? You’ve got that hungover look in your eyes.”I grimaced. “Didn’t sleep well.”“Why?” he asked, swirling the wine. I didn’t answer. Instead, I picked up my own glass and took a slow sip, letting the burn distract me. “Let’s just talk business, that's why we are here.”But Liam had known me long enough not to be so easily diverted. “I guess it's the wife…since Cathy is not in town?”I raised a
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