“That supply issue I was having is all cleared up now.” Reaching into his pocket, he withdrew a baggie and thrust it into my hands. “Your usual.” “Shane.” With my chest heaving, I stared down at the bag of oxy in my hand. “I can’t.” “Tell you what,” he said, rising to his feet. “This one’s on me. If I don’t hear from you again, then no hard feelings.” He walked away before I could say another word, leaving me alone with my self-control hanging by a tether.
