Alex’s strained muscles stirred him from sleep. He grunted and jerked to stretch his hands only for it to hit the roof of the car…the car?

Ah…

It’s only then was he aware of his environment and the glaring, bashing morning sun.

He had slept in his car? Throughout last night?

Hell, that’s what a chasm of guilt and remorse and memories could do.

It’ll make you forget your environment, allow you drown in it and he felt for the hook, line and sinker of memories.

A sigh vibrated from his chest and tore from his sealed lips. Fucking memories, he growled.

Slamming his eyes a bit close, he let...