eb

rob from too much whiskey, not the sharp, cut

in five years, I

itch. My throat didn't close. N

ody pressed against mine. I had touched a wom

ould this be? I should b

he sheets were cold, but the air still held a fai

y relaxed, and searched the entire suite. She h

ept

small and silver glinted. I picked it up. A delica

d image flashed in my mind: a pair of wide,

any physical contact with a woman had sent my body into a violent,

? Why was I unaffe

phone and dia

omeone for me," I said, my voi

thouse. Pull up all the hotel security footage.

an replied, his voice as cal

ow, and the one along the side of my neck, were clear reminders of the sport's brutality

ight be the cure. T

to fin

ar. My body felt light and strong. I found

facility when Tristan called back. Hi

here's something..

I had signed a two-year contract with, just to

d the divorce papers, didn

went to her apartment this morning. She found a man's shirt,

annoyance rose in me. My

augh. "So she really is sleeping around. Tell h

who only cared about money was a distraction. F

burn in my muscles a welcome distraction

ouse, Tristan was waiting f

there was a thirty-minute gap in the syste

tened. "And w

a hoodie. No identifiable featur

tossed the tablet onto

party you attended. And... I just spoke with your mother about this as well. The shirt found

choosing

he point,

"was a custom order. Made for y

ad and stared at him,