Chapter 43Steve
I hadn’t heard anything back by the next afternoon, which seemed to confirm Patrick Swayze’s suggestion that Adam was so far out of my league, he was in a completely different game than me. So there was nothing left to do but get ready for my return to work.
After a whole week of nothing but sleeping and lying around in T-shirts and old sweatpants, my regular khaki slacks and a button-down shirt felt really heavy, tight, and uncomfortable. Even my shoes felt like I had strapped a big brick to each foot.
I sighed as I gulped down a couple extra-strength Tylenol before heading out the door. Hopefully, that would be enough to keep the pain under control until I could get back home and crash into bed with more Vicodin.
When I arrived at the store, El was deliriously happy t
