“And Will?” I walked for the couch, tossing her a look. “He has an alcohol problem,” she told me. But I just smiled to myself. “For men, it’s not a problem.” Every man I knew or grew up with drank. You held your liquor and you got shit done. Women were the lightweights, which is why I never let Banks drink. “And he has a drug problem,” Rika continued. I leaned back on the couch, tucking an arm behind my head and staring at her. And she was telling me this because…?
