#Chapter42

Sober Feelings, Drunken Confessions

Anthony leaned back into Tamara's couch, slowly sipping on a beer. "She's not going to come over, right?"

Tamara opened a bag of chips as she plopped down on the couch beside him. "No. She had a bunch of meetings with Michael and clients today."

Anthony nodded his head slowly before exhaling a long sigh. "She's different. She's changed."

Tamara laughed lightly, cocking her head to the side. "Paris changed her, Anth. For the best, I think. She's more confident and sure of herself, not as afraid to speak what's on her mind."

"That's for sure," Anthony mumbled quietly, staring down at the coffee table...