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excitement and optimism. Newbies half his age were twice as jaded as him. And why wouldn’t they be? Congress’s approval rating was the lowest in recorded history. The gulf between the public and the elected was growing. The private life of his fellow politicians was the stuff tabloid dreams were made of. National politics was becoming a circus that it made Keeping Up with the Kardashians look meek in comparison.
    So much was going wrong… but so much was going right.
    He would always dwell on the positive. It was too easy to get sucked into the negative. If there was something his hard beginning had taught him, it was that he had no choice but to look on the brighter side.
    But despite that hard-won maturity, Alex was feeling very destructive right now. And turbulent.
    Today’s forum had gone badly. He’d lost his cool over an attack from one of the panelists regarding his priorities for the city. Alex never lost his temper, his composure, his armor of control, but when he did, the guilt and fear afterward wasn’t a pretty sight.
    If that wasn’t enough, he’d broken up with his girlfriend of nine months after running into her giving his campaign aide a blowjob.
    Not the best day of his life, really.
    Raising his chin to the sky, Alex opened his mouth wide to take a gulp of air straight into his chest. It did nothing to deter the activity crowding his brain. Restless emotions lapped against his chest.
    Damn it! That image of Alicia’s puffy lips sucking Antonio’s dick was so firmly lodged inside his head, shaking it off was a task.
    All his youth he’d struggled to be loved and now at forty-six, he still was struggling to find a place where he could belong, somebody to whom he could belong. Somebody who would belong to him.
    In his thirties, he’d given up on relationships, as many unlucky men did, but his forties had renewed his optimism. Maybe because he had so little to lose at this point.
    Past eleven pm, there wasn’t much of a crowd at Broadway Junction. Homeless people, holding cardboard signs and empty Starbucks cups lined his path. He tossed them a dollar each as he passed through.
    “Thanks,” one of them mumbled weakly.
    Alex swiped his MetroCard, then packed himself into a train before the steel doors melded into each other.
    The train rocked and screeched, turning a bend.
    His phone rang. He pressed the red button to ignore the call from his campaign treasurer.
    For the next hour, he needed peace.

    Kat knew she should’ve taken a cab.
    But no, she’d decided that today was the day she was going to save money by taking the subway. So now she was standing at an almost-deserted platform, looking around and trying to convince herself that she was safe.
    The next northbound A train was due six minutes from now. Not such a long wait, but anything could happen in six minutes.
    When a man appeared and walked to her with a friendly smile, Kat breathed in relief. A nice co-passenger. She could use that.
    But her relief fizzled out as he got closer.
    That wasn’t friendliness twinkling in his eyes. It was lust. Goosebumps pimpled on her flesh as he reached her, flashed a blood-curdling smile, and put his hand on her shoulder.
    Please let him not cause any trouble. Please let me get back home safely.
    His mouth opened and released a foul smell—alcohol mixed with God knew what else. But she would even forgive his bad odor if he let go of her.
    “Hey, sugar.” His fingers were grimy when they slid over her arm. Kat shivered in part fear, part revulsion. From the way he slurred, he was drunk way over his tolerance limit. “You. Such a sweet little thing you are…”
    “What do you want?” she asked, hoping it was money and not something else.
    When he reached down and removed the belt holding his low-slung jeans in place, Kat ended up shouting, “Take all my money! I have two hundred dollars.”
    “No money. I want your sweet little cunt around my dick.” He tried to drop his pants.
    She swore