Chapter 5

“Let’s hope so,” Sam muttered, pushing more buttons. “There, I blocked his number.” He dropped the phone on the table with a clatter.

They finished their supper in silence, Sam stewing over the situation and Joel oblivious to its potential danger.

* * * *

Joel felt his pulse racing as he and Sam approached the City and the sound of the club mix’s beat pumped through his body.

His body, his pride and joy.

It is what raised him to this pinnacle, blessed with a physique that responded well to workouts and exercise. Pity the suckers who lifted weights for hours without any visible results.

Less competition for me, he thought. As he and the other dancers prepared for the night in a small dressing room, he kept checking his reflection, making sure everything looked flawless.

Joel noticed that Sam wasn’t looking at him. In fact, his partner looked upset.

Was he still mad about those text messages? Why? It’s just a little harmless fun