I press my lips together. Okay, maybe I win on the f****d-up scale of how I met my wife, but still, the man was basically stalking Payton. Which would normally be a bad thing. Who could’ve predicted she’d be just as obsessed with him?
Too wired to sleep, I think back on my history with Nero while I research what someone would need for a home art studio.
Nero is the one person in this world I can count on for anything. Sure, I have my sisters, and they’re great, but they’re not the ones I call if I need someone killed. Nor are they the ones I call after I kill someone, when I need help cleaning up the body because I got pulled away chasing after a curvy little goddess.
A goddess who has an impressive virtual following, but who has little daily contact with friends and family. A beautiful
