I'm going to cancel.
Paul officially knew better. He shouldn't go to Steven's on Saturday, even if it meant pissing off his brother. Even if it made him a chicken.
Sometimes, retreat was the wisest option. Especially when you can't resist the enemy.
Of course, Ace wasn't the enemy. He was more like the spoils of war.
If only he could figure out what he was fighting against.
Paul checked the appointment calendar on his computer. One more scheduled for this afternoon. Mrs. Donaldson, a sweet old lady who had been coming to see him consistently for a few years now. Reminded him of his mom, who was the whole reason he got into chiropractic in the first place. A nice way to end a Friday afternoon.
Friday. It had been a week since the Sparks Incident. Only a week? It felt much longer. Probably because he'd been thinking about it so much in the seven days since he'd first spotted Ace.
And even more in the two days since their lives intersected again.
Maybe he could erase Ace from his mind in
