Chapter 4
The next morning Vic woke to an empty bed—Matt’s day at the gym usually started early, and with Vic’s double shifts in the summer, they rarely saw much of each other in the mornings. Sometimes when Vic felt that wild super energy coursing through him, begging for release, he’d join Matt at the gym for a few laps around the pool or, better yet, bench press a couple thousand pounds until he started to draw a crowd. When asked, he blamed the energy on steroids, which earned him more than a few laughs. Let people think what they would, Vic didn’t care. He wasn’t about to tell them the truth.
Who’d believe him anyway?
As he climbed out of bed, aches and pains from the night before ambushed him—he felt sore all over, and the three bruises on his chest beat in time with his heart.
