It was a ridiculous, trifling thing to get hung up on, especially after all this time, but goddamn it, he missed expensive cigarettes. “Thanks,” Jack said, and let the other man light the slim cylinder, forcibly restraining himself from sighing in bliss at the now-all-too-rare taste of quality tobacco. Raymie plucked a cigarette from the case, then held it open in a wordless offer. It had been a gift for his twenty-first birthday, and it was long gone now, pawned to help cover legal fees for a lawsuit that had maddeningly been thrown out before it could even get to trial.Ī lack of evidence, the judge had said. Raymie reached into his jacket and pulled out a cigarette case-gold-plated, where Jack’s had been solid, with platinum trim and adorable little diamonds studding the front. “Good to see you.” Generously, Jack chose not to question the sincerity of that statement. “Jack,” he said, turning at his approach. It had been a while since Jack had seen him, and he looked good-almost as lanky as the figure he’d cut when they were dorm-mates at university. Raymie was waiting near the fan palms like he said he’d be, in a light brown suit and a matching Panama.
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