Later that night, Ty stared moodily at the cell phone in his hand. His assistant, Rhyanna Hawk, would oversee the Center for the next month. If he needed longer, he knew she would take care of it.
He dropped the phone on the backpack filled with items he thought he might need. Striding toward the bathroom, he quickly removed his clothes before tossing them into the hamper. He rolled his shoulders to ease the tension in them. With a cool efficiency, he reached for the shaving cream and razor. It didn’t take him long to shave. He knew it didn’t make much sense, but he did it anyway. His facial hair grew pretty quickly. He had learned that once he hit puberty. A week without shaving meant he’d have a full beard.
His fingers ran over the smooth skin of his face and he briefly touched the few
