Sleet Banshee by S.J. Tilly

EPILOGUE II

LUKE

Pushing my way out the doors of Atom’s Gym, I curse Jackson under my breath. “Go to Atom’s Gym, he says. It’ll be fun, he says. It’s a no-nonsense place to sweat and work and not be bothered, he says.”

Annoyed, I kick a rock across the sidewalk as I stride through the summer heat towards my car.

It’s not Jackson’s fault that the big motherfucker who goes to this gym just so happened to be loving up his wife by the front desk when I arrived this morning. And it’s not Jackson’s fault that I’ve become the freaking 7th wheel when he and Zach and Ash invite me to tag along with them and their wives.

I pull open my car door and just stand there, letting the heat waft out.

No, it’s not Jackson’s fault. But he did tip the first domino when he hitched his wagon to Katelyn’s star. And now my best friend is living his best life, enjoying the off season, and me? I’m becoming a miserable bastard.

I need a woman. I need to find a wife.

I mean, if Ash can do it, how hard could it be?