Chapter 33
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I’m going to kill him. I’m going to f*****g kill him.
I hold my glass-encased phone to my face. Horns blare through my periphery. I cut a path through party-hour, post-work Wednesday night traffic in my over-exhausted vehicle and even with tinted windows, drivers are flipping me off left and right, flashing their middle fingers as I try to rush to The Hutton headquarters before the damage is already done.
As if spying on Heath wasn’t enough.
I had to spent the better part of the day calming down my brain and body by busying myself in the shop with inventory and all the small things I’ve neglected over the past few weeks. When that wasn’t enough to keep my mind occupied and off Heath, I’d headed to my apartment building’s gym only to find more than a few surprises wait
