By the time I left the training facility, my brain felt overheated.
Too many conversations and tension.
The worst part was that he hadn’t even done anything particularly outrageous this time. He just stood there looking at me like he knew exactly how to get underneath my skin without trying.
Which somehow felt worse.
Traffic crawled across downtown while sunset spread orange light across the buildings.
I needed alcohol or rehabilitation.
Possibly both.
So instead of going home, I turned toward Brielle’s workplace.
Carter’s Bar & Grill sat on the corner of a busy street lined with music lounges and restaurants, the glowing sign outside flickering softly as people moved in and out of the entrance.
The second I stepped inside, the warmth hit me immediately.
Music hummed through the
