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“I’ot a full class on Saturday”

He givesback on the push-up bench I head to the locker rooo God knows I can’t be late for Thursday night dinners at the mansion

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Running Pushing Harder Faster Run until the pain is only a distant memory

Stretching out insensation of heat surging through my muscles as my powerful strides consume the miles

I shouldn’t have gone back to Princeton I should have left the past in the past Still, I had to see what he was doing now, the ice-blue-eyed hose life had ended the saht as mine

Slayer had been my best friend back in those days We were two shits in a pod, strutting around like ned the city Because we did

Designers gave us clothes for free Hotels gave us rooms for free, and the chicks fell back on the beds with their legs wide open, panties long gone Everybody wanted a piece of us They all wanted us to say we liked their shit or we stayed at their place or ore their watches

We were chaht boxers and the only shifters Of course, that part of the equation was not on the books Until the night it all ended The night our world ca to pick up the pieces

“You look good,” Slayer had said when I entered the fancy-assed office where he noorked “Keeping in shape”

As if shifters have a choice “It was a long ti”

His wolf-eyes narrow, and I can’t resist a verbal jab “So you’ve joined the dark side?”

“I’ator”

Glancing around the ht lines and stainless accents, I simply nod “Pretty fancy for a private dick”

“My boss is an iuy”