Page 96 of Over the Line


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I standat the kitchen window, cup of coffee in my hand, watching the plows making their way up and down the street.

It’s not snowing.

In fact, it’s been almost twenty-four hours without the fluffy white stuff falling from the sky.

Which is why the plows are out, I suppose.

And why I need to get back to my life.

Lake’s in the shower, which I think is a little weird considering he’s going to the gym and then practice—why shower when he’s going to get hot and sweaty?

But I’m not the professional hockey player, and he says it’s part of his routine.

Plus, I need coffee.

And maybe a little distance.

Because I’m leaving today.

Because…Snowmageddon is coming to an end and the roads are being cleared and I have no reason to stay.

We’ve had our fun.

Now I need to get on with my life.

Figure out what I want to do for work. Figure out where I want to live—because it’s definitely not going to be that apartment in San Francisco.

Luckily, I never signed a lease with George and I have all of my stuff.

No lie, that hurts—I picked him. He betrayed me with Ashley—who got the jewelry she wanted, and…

I haven’t heard a word from either of them.

Done with me as I am with them.

Perfect.

It’s better than going backward.

It still stings, I just don’t have the energy to focus on it. Maybe I’ll find some place to rent here in the Sierras, some place with snow and trees and maybe a frozen pond. Maybe I’ll find this same sense of peace there.

Maybe I’ll learn how to skate and—

No, it’s better I move on.

This time has been…perfect. Better than I ever expected. Peaceful and lovely and filled with plenty of orgasms and enough camaraderie that I know I’ll look back at Lake fondly.

But…it’s time.

Sighing, I glance down at Steve, his brace clunky and heavy, but he’s been leaving it alone for the most part, and since he’s moving around better, he’s been getting up to his old mischief again.

None the worse for wear.

Thank God.

I do think he’ll miss Lake though.

“It’ll be fun,” I tell him. “Just me and you, bud,” I say. “Like always.” On the road, finding where we fit, a new place to shoot. That bright, shiny future.

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