Chapter 7
SAWYER
Wednesday Night
It’s just s*x, I tell myself.
Pure, old-fashioned f*****g, if you will. But nothing more.
Because I can’t have it for the next two weeks.
I’m not in the habit of stalking women. Or watching them like this.
And if you had asked me a year ago, I sure as hell would never guess I’d be watching, staring, focused, utterly obsessed with keeping my eye on a woman like Naomi Silva.
Not that she isn’t beautiful. She definitely is.
But I’d never guessed she’d be this way…
So open. So interesting. So… fun.
That was all before Monday night. Before she surprised me.
She goes for drink number two now behind the bar. And I can’t stop my fist from tightening.
Spending a Wednesday night in a place where the liquor pours easily and the women are easier has always
