Zeke found sleeping that night to be impossible. Every time he closed his eyes, a picture of Azia began to form in his mind. Every encounter they had up to that point kept replaying themselves in his brain, like a convoluted movie. He started to analyze every interaction and reaction she had with him, until he lay there, wide awake, groaning into his pillow.

"Dear God, what is happening to me?" he asked aloud, staring up at steel beams that ran along the ceiling. He lay there ...