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226 pages, Kindle Edition
First published May 7, 2017

His eyes held to mine, and it was almost uncomfortable until it wasn't.
He was familiar to me in so many ways, but he was someone I didn't know at all in more ways.
...a little ego stroke was a good way to get through the dry spells without thinking you were a washed-up old man without the ability to land anything that didn't have four legs.
He was clearly in pain, but he was also a man. There was no way of telling if the hit in the side [from a BAR FIGHT] didn't do damage or if it was "male pain"–that common ailment that inflicts itself on the Y chromosome. The female population was unaware if the inability to handle pain was something that men carried with them in their testosterone or if it was safely tucked away in their penis.
After several moments–or maybe it was a hundred, I couldn't tell–his lips and himself, had pulled back.
I thought I understood where she was going, but I didn't understand where it went.

