He was planning to drink that much. Oh, yes. It'd been far too long since Lindsey got utterly, irresponsibly drunk. He figured the cast of characters that'd been parading through his office recently were a better reason than most people had for that.
And if he ever heard much about Ellen Harvelle, Lindsey'd fucking love her.
"Seriously?"
Lindsey chuckled. He swirled the remainder of his drink around in his glass. "Wouldn'tve pegged you for the power ballads."
But could he do that?
"I'll make you a deal. One your choice, and one of mine."
That meant she had to listen to him sing country. But that was just too bad, now wasn't it?