The Biker's Rules
Yet another face.
“Bye.” She slams the receiver down, folds her arms on the desk, and stares straight into my soul.
“I can explain,” I blurt. “My brother got stabbed by a psycho stalker with revenge issues … and his twin … my brother’s not the stalker’s … is spiraling because he wasn’t stabbed, traffic was a nightmare, I tripped on the stairs, and I fell flat on my ass in front of a very beautiful man who also happens to be the trainer in my puppy group class —”