Chapter Thirteen.
Eating alone used to fill him with a sense of power. Happiness. Relaxation.
Very strange that it now made him feel like a loser, even in an expensive restaurant.
How could one woman make such a difference in his life?
Nathan finished his dinner and wandered along King Street, the lights and music of a strip joint calling to him like the virtual siren call it was trying to be.
Why not?
He stepped into the well-lit, clean establishment and made his way to the bar. He ordered a drink from the young girl behind the bar and turned to enjoy the show. There were girls giving lap dances in corners, groups of men surrounding the stage, and several solo older men that made him frown.
He’d never enjoyed strip joints, even in University when his friends had dragged him out for
