End Game (Games Thriller Series)
“The numbers blinked and so did he. It was almost noon and he rolled out of the guest room bed and into the master bathroom shower. His head felt like someone hit him with a two by four and he undressed and stepped under the warm spray. Water cascaded over his body and he leaned his head back under the stream, running his hands over his hair and then down his face as the late night events replayed in his alcohol-soaked brain.
His eyes shot open and his heart palpitated in his chest, constricting his lungs.
She had been there.
On the beach with him.
“Christ,” he said aloud. He had a son. I need a drink.
“Shit,” he swore under his breath. He promised her he’d be sober for the premiere. He didn’t know if he could go three hours without a drink, never mind three days. A week and a half seemed like an impossible feat.
He turned, facing the water and tilted his head low, letting the water pulse on the top of his head and run down his back, drumming all thoughts from h...is pounding head.MoreLess
His eyes shot open and his heart palpitated in his chest, constricting his lungs.
She had been there.
On the beach with him.
“Christ,” he said aloud. He had a son. I need a drink.
“Shit,” he swore under his breath. He promised her he’d be sober for the premiere. He didn’t know if he could go three hours without a drink, never mind three days. A week and a half seemed like an impossible feat.
He turned, facing the water and tilted his head low, letting the water pulse on the top of his head and run down his back, drumming all thoughts from h...is pounding head.MoreLess
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