Chapter 2
Rick tossed the last of his T-shirts into the washing machine and closed the lid. His whole body ached. All he wanted was to crawl into bed and forget about the next week in favor of deep, dreamless sleep. The smell still clinging to his skin made that impossible, though. He needed a shower. Badly. As badly as his clothes needed to be soaked in a bucket of bleach and sanitized.
He stripped out of his jeans and jockeys on the way to the bathroom, tossing them onto the toilet instead of into the hamper. They would be in the next load of laundry. Twisting the hot water tap in the shower as high as it would go, he let it start to fill the room with steam while he grabbed a clean towel. Everything was on autopilot. He got like this after a particularly tough client. It was as if all
