While I tuned her out, I caught sight of Trigger heading out to the back.
I didn’t bother to tell Brick where I was going. He wouldn’t have been able to hear me over the mouse’s chatter. Blowing him a kiss, I eased out into the midnight air, called a cab, and went home.
Sitting in my window, I watched for the rooftop boxer, but once again, he didn’t show. I dumped out my purse and found my lipstick. Inching down, I turned it on and lost myself in the memories of Trigger deep inside me.
The next morning, I Google Mapped a different route to the clubhouse. It was an extra thirty minutes, but anything was better than walking by that building. The beach could be seen on the main road, and I couldn’t wait until I had a day off to enjoy it. The Vegas desert made the ocean seem like a dream.
