Riley yells into the phone. He’s sure a speck of saliva has landed on his screen but he’s too annoyed to wipe it off on his shirt.“It’s a Tuesday. And it’s late afternoon. I’m still at work, Rye. I have a meeting at six tonight. There’s no way I can take you to the strip club today. Get over it.” Walker’s voice is tight and clipped.Riley holds the phone away from his mouth and hits the speaker button. “I need to get going on this thing with the stripper, Walker. It’s what I’m doing right now. I’ve got to get to work on bagging her. And I can’t really do that from my house, now can I?”“It was a good thing you never had to argue a case in court. I’m going to hang up on you. Seriously.”Riley closes his eyes and grits his teeth. He only wants one thing to go his way. And he believes this one thing is Nell. Whether Walker helps him is his choice. But he won’t beg his friend.“Fine. Go to your boring meeting. I’m going to lie down and watch tennis or something.”He can hear the way Walker’s voice lightens.
