Chapter 11
I’d left my airline ticket open-ended, hoping for God alone knew what, but James’s departure like a thief in the night put an end to that. But I’d be damned if I left behind a perfectly good bottle of scotch. I bought a holdall at the hotel’s boutique and cushioned the Glenlivet in it.
I’d called the airline and managed to arrange to fly out midafternoon, which got me home in the early morning hours.
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I’d been back at home for a week, and all I’d done in that time was brood over what had happened. James wouldn’t return for another few weeks, but when he did, would he even want me working here any longer?
I was in the men’s changing room at NS3, having showered after a particularly rigorous sparring match with the squad’s master of martial arts, a little Okinawan whos
