Thirteen
Max rested his hand on The Ruby Room’s exit door, ready to leave a good hour after closing time. But a burning unease kept him from moving, a hard knot of emotion settling deep within his tummy, that emotion being one he so very rarely experienced. Anger.
Anger at his situation. Anger that his money was gone. Anger that he would likely lose his home, even though he’d had everything going for him and still screwed up.
But right now, his greatest anger lay with Freya.
He turned on his heel and brushed past the super tall security guard, Crystal.
“Hey, where are you going?” Her voice sailed across the venue, but he ignored her. “I’m trying to lock up here.”
He didn’t care. All he cared about was charging through the door marked EMPLOYEES ONLY and up a short flight of stairs whe
