Ryker looked at me, clearly torn, so I let him off the hook.
“I have to go home anyway,” I said. “Work tomorrow. Thanks for the drink.” I left the club quickly, not wanting to make things awkward.
I wouldn’t see Ryker until Monday, since he worked only every other weekend, and he was off this Saturday. By the time I got home and tucked myself in under the covers, Mussy at my feet, it was well after midnight.
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Naturally, Saturday was hell, and Gavin worked only half a day, which meant I had to cover the office by myself in the afternoon. I was dull-eyed, irritated, and held onto my patience by a thread.
As it was the weekend, there were a lot more walk-ins, and the interruptions were nonstop. My head pounded and I drank four cups of black coffee just to keep my eyes open since I hadn’t slept much. The next time Titus wanted to have a good time, I was blocking his number.
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