“I was grateful but a little disappointed by my uneventful walk. I was wound up, and I wasn’t sure if I needed a good lay or a good fight to get my head right.
Probably both.
As I moved northeast through the nighttime street of New York, I thought about the last day and a half. I’d woken up in bed with Sig, made love to Desmond, made out with Lucas and beat up—then kissed—Holden.
It was a little too much for me to deal with. I felt dirty just taking a mental inventory.
I used to think I was a one-man woman. Then, after a particularly disastrous blind date orchestrated by Mercedes with one of her fellow cops, I almost accepted being a no-man woman. A few months ago that had to be reassessed when Fate forced me to become a two-man woman. But there was no effing way I could be a four-man woman.
Even metaphysics couldn’t keep that from being whorey.
Before I knew it I had arrived outside of a small brick building in a row of pathetic-looking small brick buildings.
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