DEREK “FRANKIE,” I SAID, opening the door wide enough to let her in. But she didn’t move, and her expression worried me. “Are you okay?” “I should have called. I’m sorry.” She wouldn’t look me in the eye. “I…I’m not even sure why I’m here.” The woman standing on my front steps wasn’t the same woman who had sucked my dick in her office earlier today. It looked like there was a goddamn war raging inside her head. Whatever was wrong, I hoped I could fix it…and I hoped it hadn’t been caused by Reed. “Do you want to come in?” She finally looked up. “Maybe we could go for a walk?” I was wearing gray sweatpants, and nothing else. “Let me grab a shirt and some shoes.” “I’ll wait out here.” I left the door open a crack and jogged up the stairs to my room. I grabbed the first T-shirt in my drawer, threw it over my head, and slipped on some running shoes.
