It had been more than one week since he last contacted her.
Lance stared at his phone screen with Roxanne's last text message displayed for his eyes. It was a rather usual message coming from her, after all, the feisty sunshine of his would never send something like this in her right sense...
Yeah, that was the only explanation for it, she wasn't in her right sense.
Lance chuckled and placed his phone down on the table in front of him, locking the screen as he reached for his shot of vodka. The burning sensation of the drink slowly warming his throat helped him to calm down his racing thoughts and mind.
For the first few seconds, all worrisome thoughts of Roxanne had disappeared, but then they came back in a flood of memories and the male groaned.
Just what he needed for his already s
