Chapter 92

"It's okay," I said, watching Flynn give me a worried look. "I think I can take it as long as I stay in bed.”

Flynn smiled.

"In that case, I won't even offer another drink.”

"Not really, I've had enough tonight," I lied, dropping the glass I had brought from the party. So Flynn sat next to me and I turned to him. "I have to confess something, Flynn.”

"What?”

"I don't know much about you, about your past, although I've seen you at a complicated moment," I said, and he lowered his eyes to his lap. " But I need to say that I don't feel good about the way Diana treats you. I don't feel good that you have to blame yourself for everything, because of her. Until my discomfort on the speedboat you took it as your problem. And I don't like that. You don't deserve to feel that way.”

Flynn reflected for a moment, still looking down, then moved his attention to me, and he seemed truly touched. That's what I hoped to achieve that night. That he felt somehow in a debt