For two days, I stayed at home, not going out for anything. Reggie, who had started working for Jake remodeling houses, wasn’t around as much. I did manage to move aside my workout equipment and set up the spare bedroom for Reggie so he wouldn’t have to crash on my couch anymore.
For the most part, I just ate kids’ cereal, binge-watched British crime serials on Netflix, finished off the bottle of Jameson, and let my body steep in its own juices.
Try as I might, I couldn’t keep from thinking about Conor. The feel of his arms around me, the exhilaration of making love to him, even his proclivity for getting under my skin. I missed it all.
At eleven o’clock one night, I climbed in the Gray Ghost and started driving. Traffic was all but nonexistent. I had no destination in mind. I just need
