Chapter EighteenNic
The knot that’s been forming in my stomach all day tightens even more as I walk through the door to Case’s house. Pausing in the foyer, I take a good look around, appreciating the little details I’ve taken for granted all these years. The pristine marble, the framed artwork, the sleek and sturdy furniture set over long, patterned rugs.
Case runs a tight ship, both in his business and in his home. The two have become one and the same, really. He’s always treated each of us escorts like family. Which makes what I’m about to do ten thousand times harder.
I walk through the living room, nodding to a couple of the guys lounging and watching TV on the couch.
“Hey, Nic, long time no see. How’s it going?” Ryder smiles and leans forward, resting his forearms on his knees.
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