Chapter Eight
Before Sunrise
Every hour in itself, as it respects us in particular, is the only one we can call our own.
- Jean de la Bruyere
ETHAN
Tampa, Florida
Present Day
The night was quiet. My mind was not.
Thoughts and musings had raged inside my mind from dawn until dusk, and even now, secreted in solitude, alone as I had been every night, I still couldn’t keep my head on straight.
Probably because I was lying to myself. About a lot of things…
For one: I hadn’t been alone every night. I spent a few nights with different women in my bed.
For two: My thoughts hadn’t exactly been raging. If I was being honest with myself, they were seemingly stuck—centered around my impromptu “bachelor night.” A night I was trying desperately to forget.
Chris and Griff had busted my f*****
