He had a lunch meeting with his agent, Wayne, to discuss the best path to pursue for his career as the regular season headed into the final two months and the free agency deadline loomed. It was a subject that he’d been giving plenty of consideration, especially over the past three weeks. As he walked past Sierra’s apartment on his way out, he forced back a flash of guilt over not knocking and wishing her good morning. He’d seen her the night before when he got in, he reminded himself, so she knew he had this meeting. It wasn’t like he had to check in with her whenever he left his apartment, for crying out loud. Still, he knew it was rather dickish for him to come home, have hot sex with her, then act like nothing had happened the next day. It was just as dickish for him to leave for days at a time and not reach out to her at all. His mother had raised him to treat women better than how he’d treated Sierra since they returned from Savannah. Hell, he knew his mom would have kicked his ass over it if she’d still been alive.
