“Okay, spill. Tell me what’s wrong. Sit and I’ll get you something strong to drink.”
I looked at Megan and watched her pour a dark liquid in a tumbler and set it in front of me. I took the glass and downed it. Damn thing burned all the way down, and my tongue was on fire. I watched as she refilled the glass. I knew she was waiting for me to start talking, but I needed some liquid courage. I took the refill and downed it again. It didn’t burn as bad as the first one, but as it settled deep in my stomach, I could feel my blood heating up. I looked at Megan, and I felt like crying again. I needed to find a way to buy it, but god, where in the hell was I going to get four million dollars? Rodriguez was insane. And who would pay so much for an old house in the old district anyways? I looked at the bottom of my glass and sipped the last of the liquid left in it. I took a deep breath and said, “I can’t lose my business. It’s all I have, Megan.”
