“What kind of creative problem is this Warner asshole having right now?” Stef took a long sip of coffee. “Right now I’m letting the humiliation of being left at the altar by the woman he told his friends was ‘beneath his class’ do its work. But if he comes near her again, I’ll ruin him.” “What did he do?” I asked. He blew out a breath and took a sip of his own coffee. “I didn’t know specifics until last night and I’ve been sworn to secrecy.” “Bad?” Stef’s jaw clenched. “Bad,” he agreed.
