“We’re running late from this fight promo, baby. We’ll meet you at the alley, maybe twenty minutes after you get there. Nate says can you tell Jen too.” Arrick is on the phone, surrounded by background noise and sounding cheerful. I’m already home, where he was supposed to meet me, and getting ready, and I sigh heavily. Irritation rises because he’s never late, and Nathan can go fuck himself, as far as I am concerned. Still not pleased with the way he’s treating my ...