Chapter Seven
Alex
I splashed icy water on my face and wiped it dry with a towel. Carefully hanging the towel on its hook by the sink, I stared at myself for a moment. My hair stuck up in spikes, as it tended to do after a run. My t-shirt was damp. I tried to ascertain if I looked as angry as I felt. Seeing Joe Schmidt had sent me to a place inside I hadn’t been in years. If Harper hadn’t been with me, I would’ve run straight at him and clocked him. But she had been, and I hadn’t wanted to rattle her in any way. I’d seen the man I now knew to be Joe enough times in the park that I knew I’d best him in a fight. It wouldn’t be much trouble really, and it would feel so damn good. Ever since I’d spoken to Olivia and Liam yesterday, I’d been wanting to.
I was known for never losing my cool o
