As my dad used to say at the beginning of a bright new morning, “Another day, another dollar.” God, I’d hated that saying some days almost as much as I missed my dad. f**k making another dollar. I felt too good this morning. Who needed another dollar when he could feel as completely happy as I did? I wanted to stay in bed and pretend there wasn’t a world outside.
The warm, beautiful body next to me stirred. I snuggled next to him, and his hand shifted around my waist.
I felt whole and alive and sore. I knew we’d taken a huge step, Vic and me. This wasn’t just a random one-night stand. This wasn’t a Grindr romance or a fast pickup at a nameless bar. My friends and employees knew what I’d done last night and knew who I did it with.
What I needed more than anything was advice. I’d entered
