Chapter Twenty-Two CaseSitting in the back corner of a small, trendy coffee shop halfway between my place and Sienna’s, I take a sip of my coffee and go over my speech in my head.
I know I look like s**t. I feel like s**t too. Ever since Sienna ended things between us, I’ve been a f*****g mess. The black eye is gone now, but my emotional wounds aren’t. Obviously, I’m not happy with how things went down, and of course, Ryder won’t talk to me and has been avoiding coming to my house at all costs. And as for Sienna . . . well, let’s just say I’m feeling pretty damn lucky that she agreed to meet me here at all.
Without her presence the past couple of weeks, my office has been lonely and cold. I didn’t realize how much I liked the scent of her perfume or the amount of s**t she gave me all the
