Chapter 66 The Old Zeke

• [ZEKE]
• I let the whiskey burn the hollow in my throat and watch the way the light dies on the pool. Where there used to be glass—shards from that night when I shot it down to see if it would scare her—there’s a clean, whole pane now. They replaced it. They always replace what I break. It’s a habit. And it’s their job to polish surfaces to cover jagged business.
• She’s there near the pool, curled in that absurdly relaxed way that makes my jaw unclench against my will. Head back on the lounger, earbuds in, chest rising slowly. I let myself smile once, imagining whatever ridiculous sex scene she’s listening to right now to escape the life she’s chosen with me.