I drop my phone onto my desk and run my hands through my hair. It's a habit I've formed since meeting Savannah, and it's something I need to work on. I try to give nothing away when it comes to what I feel. It works well in the courtroom, but Savannah gets me out of sorts.
When I saw I had a missed text from her that was thirty minutes old I got worried and kept texting her. Then when I didn't get a response, I got desperate and called my plant at the shop, John, to do something about it. I got a message from him that my little sunshine was having second thoughts. Thinking I might be some kind of player or something. The thought is f*****g laughable. If I'm not working I'm either in the gym working out, or in my bed alone. Sleep has been avoiding me lately because when I lie down all I ca
