I headed to the shooting range a couple hours later and continued to shoot, practicing and paying for more and more rounds before I got the hang of it.
The entire time, I kept thinking "Am I really going to do this?" But my mind kept shouting "You're damn right you are."
An hour later, I sat across the table at a fancy restaurant. Ryker sat across from me silent and on edge. I don't blame him.
"Ryke, there's something I need to tell you." I said watching him look up at me lost in thought.
His eyes moved from me to his drink and back up at me, "You didn't tell Ben did you?" He asked nervously.
I shook my head and listened to the voices in my head screaming to just say it already. "I slept with Ben the other night." I said low.
He slowly brought his glass to his lips, taking a drink b
