8: Sin Under the Covers, Blood Between LoversThe sign above Rippetoe’s flashed and buzzed, casting incandescent shadows into the puddles forming in the potholes of the sidewalk. Smith, not paying attention to his footing, accidentally stepped in one; water splashed up his leg, and the fabric of his pants around his ankle absorbed the liquid like a sponge. His socks became damp, too, as his shoes weren’t the best barrier for stepping in three inches of rainwater. He cursed, lifting his wet leg so he could wring out some of the excess water.
Music emanated through the walls of Rippetoe’s, and lights flashed inside. Smith ran a quick calculation through his head of what night it was—Jazz Night. That might be exactly what he needed. A little smooth jazz while he knocked back a few glasses bef
