Chapter Fourteen

“Iceman.”

“What?”

“That’s what your mother called me.”

“Godamnit, Lawrence.”

He gently rowed the boat on which Janice found herself trapped. Alistair sat upon the bow, eyes on the horizon, nose to the sky.

“I called her Maverick. It was based on two characters from a play we both loved. One of the first things we connected on outside the work we did.”

“Where’s your liquor? I want some now.”

Lawrence breathed deep the spring air.

“Maybe tonight.”