Returning to the courtroom, I spotted Ace sitting in a corner toward the rear. I smiled, but he didn’t return the gesture. What did I expect? Hearing my past had to be difficult on him. Hell, I had issues listening to all my mistakes with an audience.
As long as Ace was close by, I didn’t care if he stood on his head. His presence made me calmer—something I desperately needed. Honestly, my life wasn’t the Petri dish of decadence Mr. Emerson painted. After the fiasco with Cade, I dated a few guys. Slept with some too. A year later, I’d gotten over myself and entertained Ace’s advances.
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