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did surprise me that this obvious
weakling was so bold considering he was a third of the man standing
at my side (and a third was being generous) and the man standing at
my side could easily break him in half.
    But he was.
    In your face bold.
    How weird.
    “Do you know him?” I asked as the elevator
chimed and then it happened.
    Ty Walker touched me for the first time
(that was, the first time he touched me when he wasn’t looking for
needle tracks at the same time annoying me).
    His fingertips went into the small of my
back and they pressed forward so I moved into the elevator rolling
my bag behind me. His hand dropped away, he turned to face front
and automatically I did too as he leaned to the side, tagging the
six button and after those few annoying seconds an elevator stays
open for whatever reason it does, the doors slid closed.
    But I barely registered any of this.
    Because I could feel five, hot marks burning
into the small of my back where he touched me. The touch was light
and it didn’t last long but I still felt them burning. They were
like a brand searing into my skin.
    As the elevator went up, I waited for them
to fade, I wanted them to fade but they didn’t fade. They stayed
burning hot and deep and I’d never experienced anything like it. I
didn’t even know what it was. I just knew it was profound. I knew
it was life-altering. I knew somehow that, even if the burn was to
fade, I’d never forget that elevator ride my whole life.
    The elevator stopped, the doors slid open
and, my mind still on the burn, I didn’t think as I followed him
out, down the hall to a room. He used the keycard and entered, not
holding the door open for me.
    Mindlessly, I pushed the door open as it
started to close and followed.
    The door closed behind me.
    He dumped his duffle on the low, wide shelf
opposite the bed that was meant for luggage, one side of that shelf
going up with three drawers under it, a big, flat screen TV on top
of it, the other side doing the same with a cabinet under it
probably containing a mini-bar, an attractive leatherette holder on
top holding the TV remote.
    Then he immediately zipped the duffle open.
I came to a halt at the mouth of the hall that led into the room
and righted my bag on the floor at my side.
    My mind went off the slowly fading burn of
his touch at my back as it registered on me it was a nice room,
really, really nice. It
was large, larger than I expected, larger than I knew hotel rooms
could be. The furniture was stylish, the wood gleaming, all of it
obviously exceptionally clean. There was a downy comforter with an
attractive cover on the huge bed, not a thin bedspread. There were
even toss pillows. Two sweep-lined armchairs at either side of a
table at the back in one corner by the window, a standing lamp
rounding out the seating area, an elegant desk with a lamp on top
facing the room at a diagonal in the other corner
    In fact, I’d never been in a nicer room.
    Actually, I’d been in very few hotel rooms
at all in my thirty-four years.
    Ronnie had promised a lot of good times in
fabulous places and, before he gave me his empty promises, there
was a time in our life when his future was so bright, this room
would have been a joke to us. Our future held travel all over and
everywhere we’d have the best of the best. The best rooms. The best
food. The best champagne. The finest clothes. Sweet rides. Big
houses. Cleaning ladies. We were going to live large. He told me I
would drip gold. He meant it. He loved me that much, I would drip
gold. He would make that happen for me.
    Then he fucked it all up.
    I didn’t need gold, I just needed him. But
still, he fucked it all up in the end; he fucked it up so badly, I
didn’t even have him.
    I came out of my reverie when I heard
something hit surface and my eyes focused on Walker.
    Then I felt them get wide.
    He’d dug into the bag Shift packed for him
and he was currently putting fat rolls of crisp, fresh bills
wrapped tight in rubber