Stoker said as the other trainer handed Damek a blueberry muffin he’d just taken out of the oven. “Where have you been?” Tired as he was, Damek was even hungrier. He took a large bite. “You name it. I finished a project in Florida just before getting this assignment. Before that—where the hell was I?” “Isn’t that the truth.” Stoker started pouring orange juice into a couple of glasses. “I was in England much of the winter. Believe me I’ve seen enough rain to last five years.” Stoker might have been in England but he still sported his trademark fake and bake tan. Carnal trainers didn’t reveal much in the way of a personal nature with each other for one very good reason. The less they knew, the less the danger they might reveal something on the extremely unlikely chance that law enforcement or the political system went after Carnal Incorporated. Besides, as much moving around as the job called for, close friendships weren’t in the cards. “What’s the population here right now?”
