The tiles inside the front door had a mil of water covering them and the carpet around them was saturated. Luckily, from my late parents estate I'd in...erited gross quantities of daggy old towels, which soaked up most of the excess. I opened both the front and back doors to allow a breeze to circulate and threw the wet towels into the washing machine to spin dry. T hoped that the carpet should be dry by that afternoon. I made a cup of plunger coffee and stood on my wet front veranda, sipping on. Ihopped off the bed, ignoring the jarring pain that shot through my neck,and walked across to examine myself.It was a stranger's face, looking back at me, a man's face. There was notrace left of Olesia Potoskaya whatsoever.I'd have estimated Adam Silver's age as late-twenties. He was a goodlooking guy, I have to say. Adam was dark and rugged, with a chiselledjaw, eyes that were almost black, and mahogany hair, styled with a swishacross his face that made my fingers want to push it back. The. The court would have to decide what and how much.Susan was beyond furious. She called me a couple of times every day cursing and threatening me. I made sure every call was recorded.Our divorce made the news it was so bizarre. Susan didn't have any legal recourse. She had to pay me support for three years and even post a bond to insure it would be paid. She was also ordered to provide me medical coverage on her corporate policy. After our day in court my lawyer took me to dinner. He said he'd. Awkwardly he resolved to push the front ofhis hair backwards with his finger and turn away towards thedancefloor. James would have killed to see Dale or Mark right now. EvenScott. For his part, Craig still didn't turn away.And yet, part of James was flattered. The idea that someone, anyone,would want to approach him in a club and buy him a drink was alien.Even if that person was a man it made a small part of the shorter boyfeel good. He turned back towards Craig and smiled. It wasn't a.