Chapter 8
Done with the column, and a bit riled up by reliving all the steamy memories, Neal decided to hit the gym to clear his head. It was in the cab on his way that he made the disastrous call to Dewalt. He got voicemail and tried to make it sound like a thank you call for a great night, but in the midst of it, talking into dead air, Neal had a flight of paranoia. He suddenly decided he was making no sense so he started talking faster, then laughed and sighed, hoping to make a joke, but after a long pause, he just hung up, his stress level sky rocketing. He rushed through the aromatherapy entrance of the tarty, testosterone-packed “DBoy” gym. The place was a proving ground for pumped-up queens sporting Sally Hershberger haircuts and D&G gym gear. Prior to his Pop paycheck, he’d worked
