Chapter Fifteen
Not Quite Home and Dry
You’d think I’d be thrilled to be home, and in a way I was. Just the other side of a mountain pass from the base at Edwards in the Mojave Desert was the verdant horse country of my home in Simi Valley and the precious little hottie who had fulfilled my wildest dreams by saying yes and then actually going through with it.
Except, as they abruptly packed me into a cab to depart the airfield, I had no idea where I stood with her. Or with any of the relationships in my recent former life. When I left seven months ago, I wasn’t sure I’d ever be able to return. I was like my father in that way, I realized, but I hadn’t appreciated it quite this way before. He’d become the Flying Dutchman of the hedge fund set, condemned to wander to the end of his days t
