Chapter Sixteen

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I didn't doubt Angela would follow through on her threat.

She knew – things – about me; the result of a business trip that had involved too much whiskey, and an ill-conceived attempt at stress relief.

The next morning found me with a hangover, a trick with an obsession and a big mouth, and the need to cover my ass.

Angela had cleaned up the aftermath for me, and never spoken of it again, but if I crossed her . . .

Well, let's just say, that rumors without fact make you interesting.

When there's a measure of truth, you're a deviant.


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