He shoved into the nearest bathroom, the door banging shut behind him, echoing off the tiles. Empty, thank Christ. He ripped off the robe, letting it puddle on the floor, and stood there completely naked in front of the sink.
The first practice after the Sharks won passage to the finals was brutal. Nick hadn’t thought Coach Hendricks would go easy on them, that wasn’t even what he wanted, but if anyone on the team had secretly hoped for a gentle victory lap, they were proven wrong not even fifteen minutes in.
In reality, he’d rattled off his number a couple of times early on, only when the punter looked proper loaded, rolling up in one of those sleek luxury convertibles or flashing an expensive-looking watch that screamed old money. He never answered their texts, obviously, and felt not a jot guilty about the fat tips they always left behind.
Sweat poured down his face under the hot spring night, stinging his eyes as the starry sky stretched endless above the pitch, pinpricks of light winking through the faint haze.
A cozy Vermont Christmas cabin.
A five-year marriage.
One fantasy Alex never thought Robert would actually grant.
When Robert says “pick anyone,” Alex chooses Cyrus: gorgeous, hung, velvet-voiced author who turns their rented cabin into the steamiest night of their lives.
Evan and his husband Mike have everything they ever wanted, until Mike confesses that his promotion depends on sleeping with his boss, Mr. Henderson. Against his better judgment, Evan agrees. But when the night comes and the truth of what really happened surfaces, their perfect life begins to splinter in ways neither of them can control.