Another Day in Paradise: Jay
The next morning, the Florida sun felt less like a greeting and more like a spotlight. I’d spent the night staring at the ceiling fan, replaying Mallory’s voice in my head. Don’t have s*x with her. It was the only time I’d heard her sound small. Not a scientist. Not a machine. She sounded like a girl who was actually afraid of losing something that wasn’t just a data point. I pulled into the Stella lot and saw Tiffany’s Jetta. The Queen Bee was back on the clock, and the air already felt like it was ionizing. “You look like you’re heading into a deposition,” Eli commented when he let me in the back door. “You okay, man?” “Just another day in paradise,” I said, my voice sounding hollow even to my own ears. I spotted Tiffany in the side station, the very place where she’d cornered Mal
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