Fiancé for the Night: Chapter Fourteen
Waiting for the bus, Troy leaned against a graffiti-covered wall and rubbed his chin. The sharp stubble dug into his fingertips. He needed to shave, take a shower, and change into clean clothes. He didn’t need Cassie.
The bus stopped in front of him. Troy reached into his pocket. His empty pocket. His cash belonged to the man selling flowers on 24th Street. His wallet was in his jacket, and his jacket was at Cassie’s.
No money, no debit card.
As the bus pulled away, a trail of foul-smelling exhaust fumes was left in its wake. He was tired, too tired to walk across town. Tired enough to sit and think for a while. Brushing his hand through his hair, he sat on a nearby step.
Things weren’t turning out as he’d planned. He’d planned on being made a pa
