Chapter 25

“Not supposed to use phones in here, you know,” he said, brushing past Denny and beginning to rack up huge plates onto the bar.

Denny mumbled something about having special permission, but never really finished the statement.

He walked to the lat machine, confused and out of sorts.

I wonder how married guys can stand this shit of playing around behind someone’s back.

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Jesse strode into the condo. He tossed his keys into the dish on the shelf beneath the mirror in the entry hall, then bent down and took the leash off Shelby, who padded off into the kitchen for a drink. He hung the lead up and walked into the living room and to the sliding door. He stared out onto the patio and the common area beyond.