Reaper Yates's expression stiffened inexplicably, and he changed the subject. "What did you order? I'm starving. Quick, let's get a few rounds in, brother…"
Sean Quinn didn't press the issue. He was probably the one person in the world who understood Reaper Yates best. Reaper was an accident, and giving birth to him had ruined his mother's life. Because of that, he had sworn to be a faithful man, to love only one woman his entire life. For years, he had done just that. If there ever came a day he forgot that personal code, it would have to mean he had endured the worst of what The Mortal Realm had to offer...
Sometimes, in order to survive, you have to endure any and every humiliation.
At that moment, Sean was overcome with curiosity about his friend's past three years, but he didn't ask immediately.
The two of them sat down. Sean Quinn rang the bell and said to the waiter who entered, "You can bring out the dishes now."
