NickMy knees trembled as I drove home, going extra slow to compensate for the angst in my limbs and the restlessness of my mind. Maybe it was some kind of spirit possession. That alone would explain how I’d run headlong into this shitstorm.
I didn't regret sleeping with Micky. I’d never regret it no matter what happened. I regretted that Micky thought I was free and clear since my engagement was over. Worse, I’d happily used her. For that, I had regret. Sure, that was before I knew her, but she wouldn't see it that way.
Still, of all the messes I sunk myself into, none made me as giddy as this one. I thought back to the last time I’d spent the night with a woman besides Vivienne.
Despite accusations from my sister and my friends that I’d been a work-obsessed hermit, I had seen a few wom
